The Long Way Home
I choose the long way home to take
The path beside a marshy lake,
And stopping by a willow see
Sun set beyond the cattail brake.
My collie sitting at my knee,
Lifts her head and nuzzles me.
She knows it's supper time at home,
Where someone expects us to be.
Returning red-wings carry on;
A heron squawks and then is gone.
As thunder rumbles off somewhere,
Excited tree frogs join in song.
A treasured walk this way is rare,
At dusk with storm clouds in the air.
The collie sets our pace for home
And summer rain will chase us there.