Hocking Hills Poem by Holmes Jim

Up, before the sun I rose,
To wander peaceful campground roads,
I walked among the fireflies,
And marvelled at the star filled sky,

A weary moon leaves its' heavenly perch,
To hide behind the bending birch,
An owl's hoot from the Hemlock forest,
Interrupts the nocturnal chorus,

I watched the sun climb misty hills,
And chase away those nightly chills,
Critters settle that prowl the night,
As morning sounds now take flight,

All is calm as I walk-on,
At this hour of early dawn,
Morning light bathes neighbouring hills,
A new day begins in scenic, Hocking Hills.