Mystic Words

From this verdant hallowed site
By the plains, forevermore
Bathed in golden morning light
I can watch brave eagles soar.

By the ancient, misty plain
In the shade of oak trees brown
Fed by endless Winter rain
I can hear the West wind's sound.

As I watch a rustic bog
Mystic words flow out to me
Sitting on a weathered rock
Neath the forest canopy.

A humble spot it may now seem
On this lichen covered stone
But like a vision in a dream
'Tis poetry's exalted throne.

So I come here every day
To this sunny Shangri La
Catching words that come my way
On the winds from meadows far.