Journal 18: A Poem

I am not all that good at writing poetry, especially poetry that has to have a rhyme scheme and ten syllables in each line, but I gave it my best shot. Enjoy.

Maple Tree

Walking down the old weather beaten trail
Among the trees and the pretty cattails
I saw an orange fox and also a deer.
I heard the sound of water that was near
Walking along with a camera in hand
Instead of water, I found a grassland

Crawling with bugs and not many people,
I stopped to look at a giant maple.
Wondering how many had looked at it
And stopped along the way to sit and knit.
The tree I stood before was tall and great,
And engraved in the side was the name Nate.

I thought of the many things in nature,
All standing tall and proud with great stature.
I love that it is extremely peaceful,
And that it costs almost nothing or null.
Those are the reasons why I love the outdoors,
Plus to get away from my bro who snores!