Walking Turkey Creek Trail

A meandering path thru the Turkey Creek wood,
On the banks of the creek, where the ancients once stood.
A modern walkway enhancing a newer trail,
Covering the earth, where undergrowth doth prevail.

Take your chances with primitive trail if you will,
'Gainst unforeseen intruders while honing your skill.
Here berries are plentiful and palmettos dense,
Wild grapes and vines, affording natural defense.

Bedazzling vines of the summer's sweet hanging grape,
Enormous papered sand pines of varying shape.
A canopy carpeted in emerald array,
Streamers of daylight, illuminating our way.

A magnificent journey thru nature and time,
Lost in a world where creation still reigns sublime.
Hearing Red Crested Woodpeckers tapping their trees,
Momentary respite of an afternoon breeze.

Early blossoms of summer like blueberry wild,
Like the birth of a new fawn; like mother to child.
Reflections of Greater Love beyond mortal ken,
Sanctuary from the reality of men.

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