I am in a wild, a wild is in me,
I sit in a woodland, a woodland sits in me,
Oaks light up in the sun, branches bare, winter coming on,
White bark of a sycamore, pretty blue sky,
The trees are so resident, living life in one spot,
A feel of early morning, three hours past sunrise,
A last leaf falls, a spider crawls, across my pants leg,
Feels good to sit after running, on a prairie soft, the roll of gentle hills,
Running through a prairie, a prairie running through me,
The trees welcome me back, where they remain, living and giving life,
I get a fire going, it burns beside me and in me, pleasing smoke rises,
I am in a wild, a wild is in me.
Glenn Thomas Fell at Allegawaho Park, December 11, 2015