From our October 2012 Issue

By Mark Larkin – Winnipeg, Man.

One of the greatest joys I’ve ever known
Is to go for a walk in the woods alone.
In the fall of the year, when the colours are bright
The sun is warm and there is frost at night.

When the skies are blue and soft winds blow
Is the best time that I do know.
The birds are gathered from far and wide
And wait for a signal from inside

To start their flight south, to live in a land I’ve never seen
Where there is no snow and the grass stays green.
With passing time my step grows slow
But, there’s one more path we all must go.

With humble head, but with little shame
And if by chance we come back again
Should my loved ones wish to look for me,
Go to the woods! That’s where I’ll be.