The Woodlands

robin in the woodlandsRobin

I walked the woodlands,
my feet bare in August sun,
felt the moss beneath my toes,
watched the robin hop, then run.

Calm but wary, the small robin
stood in a military stance
as though he might be guarding
precious cargo with a glance.

I walked the woodlands on the mountain,
saw the wild geese in their flight,
heard cicadas calling cadence
when the sun slipped out of sight.

© Freeda Baker Nichols, all rights reserved

8 comments on “The Woodlands

  1. Dorothy Johnson says:

    I like the military imagery very much. It went perfectly with your pictures.


  2. standing in military stance…such a neat description!


  3. Ginger Kemp Pruett says:

    I know this may sound strange, but what exactly are cicadas? Enjoyed the poem though even if I don’t know what a cicada is 🙂


    • They are bugs that sing or call about dark from the trees. They make a lot of noise. They are also called jar flies, locusts or harvestflies. Go on Google and find pictures of them. Your Arkansas grandpa Kemp would have known about cicadas. Their noise is part of summer sounds that I enjoy. Good question. Hope you can find a picture of cicadas. Thanks for asking.


      • Ginger Kemp Pruett says:

        Thank you for the answer Freeda, yes I will go on Google and see what they look like. 🙂


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