The Forest Trail

I hiked along a forest trail.
A cold stream was racing by.
Majestic firs shaded the way.
I was one with nature that day.

          As I climbed, I spotted a stag.
          Off the trail it was alone and proud.
          A snapping branch broke the silence.
          Alerted to danger, the deer was gone.

I felt ashamed for its sudden departure.
The friend of nature was lost in arrogant pride.
One careless footfall was all it took.

William Wayne Smith

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Open My Heart

Open, my heart, open wide.
The beauty of a snowstorm
stirs the soul with its light.

Call out, my heart, call out.
Can a sunlit morning reveal
my ancient memories of birth?

Reach, my heart, reach up.
Days go by with high aspirations.
I will reach out to higher goals.

Open my heart, open wide.
Call out my heart, call out.
Reach, my heart, reach up.
Strive for a better life.

William Wayne Smith


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The Path

I’ve been watching a quiet rain.
I am following a difficult road.
Did I lose the path to a safe haven?

I do not feel that I belong.
I wonder about strange mysteries.
This place is alien and confusing.
I have been planning to travel away.
I have lost my home; I have few choices.

I am at the shore of the ocean.
I see seagulls darting here and there.
I want to hope as I look for clues.
The sand is wet along the beach.

The world was not made for one like me.
I sink beneath the waves and try to sleep.

A peace flows over me and I rest.

William Wayne Smith


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The Bright Sun

The shining sun woke me this morning.
I was startled by the glory of its light.

My plans today are vague.
The steps I take will be spontaneous.
I don’t need to know the future.

My visit to the square is fun.
I see the flowers full of natural beauty.

The clouds are spread above.
I see the blue and laugh.
The sun is shaded and I walk home.

William Wayne Smith


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