Hello there hiker, glad you came
Here to see us, stop and stay
Awhile, It will be a great day
Observe us, we’re not the same

Yeah, I’m a talking oak tree
Surrounded by brothers and sisters
Listen to me and all of the others
Let your perception run free

We have something to tell
Those who take the time
Who wander days so fine
Along ridge and over hill

Sit right there on that rock
My leaves rustle like rain
They will fall down again
Forget your linear clock

This is our message for you
Life is born, dies, and returns
Essential for humans to learn
Follow the path tried and true

Foreign creeds lead you astray
Their concepts of hell and sin
A false prison to lock you up in
Learn from us a much better way

Walt Birdwell
April 11, 2016

Author: Walter Birdwell

Born in Missouri in 1942, Walter Birdwell graduated from the University of Missouri in 1964 with a BA in creative writing. Immediately enlisted in the US army to avoid the draft and was in the US army from 1964 to 1967. Married Yolanda Garza a month after discharge from the Army and have been married forty-five years. Walter is a progressive political activist and has been for about fifty years and a follower of Pagan religious tradition for about twenty years. Have previously published newspaper articles in The Southern Patriot and the New York City Guardian newspapers (both defunct progressive newspapers) in the 1970s and have recently published articles in The Missouri Chigger, an Ozark area magazine, and the Brownsville Herald. Enjoys writing, sculpture, hunting, fishing, hiking, birdwatching, reading, traveling, and all outdoor activities.

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