By John Cannon
Throughout the woodland
floor the trillium lie,
Like snow drops fallen from the April sky;
The whites and shades
of pink draw every eye,
In a carpet green from stalks and leaves so high;
and wild geranium cavort,
Along with large-flowered trillium, the queen at court.
In fall these forest
grounds are used for sport,
The rifle sending out its loud report
Destroys the peaceful
ambience of spring,
Brings death to woods where later birds will sing,
When warmth returns
to cut the winterís cold,
And Flowers once again start to unfold.
The gentle flowers
bring the breath of life,
And mark the end of inter-species strife;
The one-way bloody
battlefield is gone,
And soon the doe will have a newborn fawn.
I wish that here
the spring would long prevail,
And free each living thing from all travail;
We need more places
where all creatures can
Escape the constant threats from selfish man.
Written in the Shenandoah Valley,