Forest in Winter, Peder Mork Monsted (1915)
Forest in Winter, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
The steady horse and I were nearing home,
When she comes to heel with no touch of rein.
Warning maybe in a place so lonesome,
Or is she stricken with some sort of pain.
Questioning, placed my feet upon the ground.
Patting her softly as I walked around.
Then did become aware, nary a sound,
Giving me a feeling that was profound.
Through visible breath I cast eyes about,
While staining my ears for something to hear.
Did wonder if could be heard if I shout.
Only my echo returned to my ear.
Yet He was here, for I could feel His grace.
Nodding, gave thanks for this heavenly place.