Scent Of The Fern
The woods were made for the
hunters of dreams
The brooks for the fisher of song
To the hunters who hunt for the
gunless game
The streams and the woods
belong.
There are thoughts that moan
from the soul of the pine
And thoughts in a flower-bell
curled
And the thoughts that are blown
with the scent of the fern
Are as new and as old as the
world.
...Sam Walter Foss
A beautiful piece of poetry and a similarly beautiful and delicate photograph to match. Thank you for sharing both with us. Fav
Keep up the gunless hunting.
Keep up the gunless hunting.