Schmeeckle Reserve
By Riley Smith
Seeking solitude from the busy world I follow the winding trail
Past a sign that reads Schmeeckle Reserve and a fence of worn split rail
Leaving behind the stresses and worries and entering into a place of peace,
A place of birds, deer, and butterflies, in the shade of a thousand trees.
No sound I hear except the whisper of the wind in the towering pine
And the sweet song of birds as they fly about, oh how soothing to my mind.
I forget all my worries as I walk further still through prairies and forest tall
Enchanted by the wonders of nature, both large and very small.
Past bubbling creeks and swaying reeds, I stop as I see a deer
Whose curious stare reminds me then that I am the visitor here.
As my walk of solitude nears complete and I walk through the final curve
I say goodbye to this place of peace, goodbye to Schmeeckle Reserve.