Seeking Higher Ground

perhaps on a beckoning leafy limb . . .

Image by Gidon Pico from Pixabay

At an early age in the oak-dotted hills
learning to invent our homespun thrills
backwoods with brushy balms to imbue
worries wane roosting before a view.

Longing for the days and energy to burn
awaken to the stars with an instant yearn
plaintively pondering…