A Path Called Home

Dirt under foot below walls of stone,
just nature and me all alone.
Trees shade my journey, traces of
wildlife here and there.
At peace is my soul, not a worry
not a care.

Squeezing through the shrub oak
the pines stand proud.
A beautiful spring day, nowhere is
a worry, nowhere is a cloud.

Those walls of stone, oh those
walls of stone
how they beckon to me all alone.

I leave in good spirits, eager to
return to climb those stone walls
in this place I call home.