Pete's Pots

Pete's Pots

Three friends walk side by side
Not a one of them would think to ride
Tramping through the woods at dusk
Straining to hear above the winds mighty gusts

Winter shades of gray and wheat
Give way to multi-colors so sweet
Wildflowers blooming along the creek
More pleasure one cannot seek.

Majestic pines reaching for the sky
Exclaiming their beauty, not for the shy.
Small sprigs of green grow beside
Thickets where mule deer hide.

Knarled and knotty log becomes a bridge
Beyond this we detect a lush green ridge.
The last one across slowly turns without sound
Spectacular views begin to surround.

Hot pots, gurgling pots, and other thermal fare
Waiting for the vistors to look and share.
Navigating gently on this unstable ground
Sharing views of Pete's Pots never uttering a sound.

Only a mile did they walk
Returning to the here and now.
Minds wander to other times and places
Souls are at peace with all of God's graces.