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Out in the wild field, past trees that are sleeping

Where the grass grows long, and the creatures hide

A chair sits unmoved, quiet and lonely

With grass and weeds climbing up on its side

There’s no one to sit on the chair in the field

Its purpose has since gone awry

So here it sits empty, quiet and lonely

Waiting for someone like me to walk by

Who sat in this chair, who owned it before

Did they lounge, or sit up in it tall?

And why did they leave it, quiet and lonely

Didn’t they like it at all?

If I sit in this chair and look out at the grass

And breathe in the fog all around

Will I feel forgotten, quiet and lonely

Staring, not making a sound?

If I sit and watch and listen a while

Will it all feel the same as before?

Will this place remain quiet and lonely

Or if I really look will I start to see more?

Under the grass, there’s green babies growing

Above me an owl sits, watching and knowing

Under a tree there are shy deer resting

Around them are dozens of busy birds nesting

Shuffles of critters don’t want to be found

And sleepy bugs hidden, safe underground

And now I see, when I open my eyes

I am not alone, this place is alive!

Out in the wild field, past trees that are sleeping

Where the grass grows long, and the creatures hide

I sit in a chair, not quiet or lonely

Loving this beautiful world I’m inside

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Out past where I keep my chickens and ducks, there’s a part of my yard that grows wild. We get all kinds of critters roaming around back there, including skittish pheasants, and some fairly friendly deer among others.

With the world sometimes feeling so loud and busy, it’s a nice place to go and just think for a while. I honestly don’t know who put that old chair back there. But I’ve often sat on it quietly, waiting for the life around me to go about its business, so I can watch and listen.

It really resets the soul to remember that not everything is loud and busy.

I hope you enjoyed the poem. Remember to smile today!