Sometimes I'm Confused.

How is it that I've fallen in love with city kids when I was born to live in the country? I spent a couple of days at camp this weekend, and it was so good. There is something so deeply, so profoundly spiritual to me about nature.

Lying on the sweet grass, gazing
through dappled apple leaves
to a perfect blue sky.
Being visited by a young buck,
his antlers merely buds, hints
of coming strength.
Watching shorn sheep graze languidly as red-breasted robins
perch on the smooth, bare backs.
Straining my ears and hearing nothing
but birds and breeze.
To me, this is perfection.
I wish I could share it with you.