Written upon returning from the Burr Oak Loop trail at the Dawes Arboretum of Hebron, Ohio.

Walked I afield of wetland grace
Upon mown loop of cyclic trace,
Emblazoned ‘pon the wild ground
So human int’rest might be found,
Scything short the subject sought
There to extol in profound thought,
As one might fell a grand ole tree
To stretch a ruler over thee
And measure grandiosity;
Though, in tracing this cyclical track,
Which aims only to lead you back –
Back to the place from whence you came,
As not to leave would mean the same;
Though, the lesson of the loop is this –
To retake your place with higher bliss.