Wild Ambition

The dirt road ends
And choke brush with briars
Stand as game trail sentinel,
An interloper approaches alone.
The forest birds
Watch in silence to see
If this lone visitor will enter
Their wild.
Unconquered insects wait patiently
For this hapless morsel.
A wistful eye glances backward
Then turns, willing a beating heart
To cross primeval threshold.

Senses thrill to the chorus
Of unseen welcomers,
Barking Squirrels chide this
Two-legged intruder,
Nervous Sparrows sing out
Eager for a view,
Distant Crows caw a warning omen
As this strange figure nears
The waters edge.
Early morning courage
Draws full length,
Keeping to the easy path.

Night or day the woodland never rests,
A raw sweetness beguiles
Each glade and hollow.
Soft sounds of a little stream
Pull cautious steps.
Humble fisherman with simple pole
And homemade offerings
Stands transfixed above a pristine
Honeyhole.
Here, this one will battle
With nature’s freshwater kings,
Undaunted by past failures!