O for the spendour of the hills Morning must and sparkling dew Marshes, ponds, vales, and rills Sunlit skies of purest blue The charms that grace the silent land Boast a thousand thrills Far from disturbed domains of man With its discordant ills Sweet sounds of nature, fairest sights Raptures beyond compare The babbling brooks, the starry nights Crystal waters, wholesome air The fragrance of the stately spruce Soft caresses of the breeze Mighty monarch of the forest, moose The whisper of the leaves Give me a kettle, a frying pan Untrodden trails to tread To wander as far as the eye can see Spruce boughs for my bed Feeling the tug of the castout line Hearing the cry of a loon Tasting the fruit of the woodland vine The melodious warblers tune My heart wells up with a great desire For the freedom of the woods The comfort of the old campfire Treasured beyond earthly goods The birds have ceased their singing All cares are put to rest Eventide, sweet peace is bringing Hallowest of hours the best Give me a soul of kindred mind A companion tried and true Whose heart beats for the great outdoors O may this description fit you Nature transcends the vain glories of man Who thrive on the fleeting and fraud Behold in creation an all wise plan Whose source and sustainer is God Bob Harvey Dartmouth, NS   Submitted By: NULL