Forested Serenity- Sonnet 1


Deep in the dark woods a campfire glows,
overhead moon and stars race in shows.
Owl hoots out its short mating call,
Nature's glory and its beauty thrills all.

Woodsman enjoying his solitary retreat,
fire burning, his dog resting at his feet.
Just approaching midnight- the quiet hour,
light rain tinkles down in a cool shower.

Far away a panther lets loose angry call,
just announces its great power is all.
Overhead the owl flies out to get a meal,
so silently deadly so easily makes a kill.

Woodsman muses, "Ain't this the life."
Me this damn happy, even without a wife!

Robert J. Lindley
November 18, 1977

Note- An old sonnet from my stored
private writes.So very long ago but I
can still remember the late night whiskey
drinking when writing this one!
This sprang from my reading Emerson
and Poe that night(from old footnote).
Strange that it was not a dark poem!
Perhaps Emerson won out.