TO Emily Cox ODE TO FIRE

My little forest is calling to me each day when I wake

My Abbey girl needs to run and play, a habit I will not break

My forest is quite a magical place, it fills my spirit, my soul

I’m strong today because I walk, this is how my Abs and I roll

It’s a place so naturalized

Time for me to get civilized

Thoughts in the woods can go anywhere, back to this sassy red headed girl

If you have time to walk in the woods, I suggest you give it a whirl

If I am tired or having some pain, I find a fallen tree

I stretch out and balance and watch the sky and thank God for caller ID,(silly me)

Yes, the simple things are important and I think of unsimple things too

But more often than not, I think what’s important and I have a real breakthrough

Abbey gets more time to play when I’m not feeling so well

When I say “Abbey Come” She runs to me, just like a bat out of hell

We walk home our spirits souring, I say “Hey Abs good walk”

She smiles at me, she knows the words, Yes, to my dog and myself I talk

I take her towel and wipe her off, even when she’s not wet

It’s our ritual, a loving moment, with me and the loveliest pet

My little woods are a magical place, it’s pure tranquility

It has the “it factor”, It has what I call miraculous overwhelmability