Twig snaps off in the distance
man or beast. May be one in the same.
Sun is no help. Yawning, about to hide
in Riverdale Woods.
Would rather the sound of the nearby river
or the wind gusting through the trees.
Suddenly remembering a home of younger days
North of here where the brush has grown around.
A younger boy dreaming of a journey and prayer
in Riverdale Wodds.