Come Follow Me…to Den Rock Park

Come follow me through the neighborhood,

where the path leads into the park,

enter the woodland with me,

and walk past the vernal pools, dark, calm, and reflective.

Pause with me to look at a nest and listen to the Ovenbird sing,

before we head down the trail towards the Shawsheen River

flowing full and green.

Come follow me on the river bank,

to where the red-tailed hawk likes to hide, deep in the woodland.

And the wood ducks rest on the logs in the river,

While up above the the traffic rushes by on Route 495!

So many cars, so many people, all going somewhere else.

Even the rush of the river cannot overcome the roar of the traffic,

But down the bank in a quiet pool the mallard feeds peacefully.

And as the sun tries to break through, I follow the path,

past every shade of green,

and over the bridge,

 

while storm clouds gather,

through the gravelly meadow,

beyond the new growth trees, into the woodland,

where I find the path towards home.