Poem by Francis Smith
In the gray-green glade
dappled by the morning sun
patchwork wilderness
Hemlock, dogwood, elm
grace the rapid woodland scene
pierce the plunging rocks
Little watery pools
reflecting the heaven’s blue
form in hollow rocks
Gray rock and green tree
every glimpse a vista
white sun on white waters
Lichen, moss, and fern
their tempting texture pleases
nature-lover’s eye
In the rocky wood
so many a tiny trickle
pours into a stream
Celestial solitude
captured in the gray-green rock
and falling waters
