BY MY SIDE
it's here
in this place
where my ancestors
fished and hunted
and made camp
it's here
where the mist
wanders through
the woods and
hangs gentle on
the breeze
between the branches
light streaming through
mist and leaf painting
pretty patterns on
the forest floor
shadows dancing
with delight
it's here
where the stream
talks to me
and Your light
brushes softly
'cross my face
where the mist
cools my skin
and soothes my soul
where the day begins
and ends with You
by my side
~ poem "By My Side" by Michael Traveler, author/poet
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