A Few Line Composed Above a Desk in Springfield, April 27, 1995

(This was first written as a homework assignment for my English/Comp class junior year of high school. It is another poem that was written with Philmont in mind.)

I write these lines a year and a half since,
Remembering like last nights dream,
A place of "eagles soaring high, against an azure sky,"
A place where the streams talk and the trees listen.
Here is a place I long to be.
Here the smell of pine and wild flowers
Pass through to one's soul, leaving as quick as it came.
But in that instant, the soul grew and the eyes of the mind opened
To fully comprehend the beauty of such a place.
I left with but one taste of the sweet nectar,
But how my mind thirsts for more.