Walked into the forest
With a stick for a cane
On an old logging road
Now just barely a lane.
As a steady snow fell
I searched for fresh tracks
Even looked for some sign
In the ledges deep cracks.
Crossing streams that once ran,
Now lie frozen and still.
Leaving narrow ravines
On this side of the hill.
Beneath stately white pine
Where its needles are deep,
Gave soft bedding for deer
And warmer place to sleep.
The view of camp humpty
Came back into my sight.
I laid down my old stick
And wished the forest good night.