A wild chap was he

walking slowly through the woods

eyes grabbing each movement of leaves

the dance of trees, the swaying breeze

He was a wild-thing the land reclaimed

for ev'ry ant and twittering bird

entertained his curious glance

His was no rush past nothin'

No insignificance dodges his sight

for ev'ry piece of life be there

a presence like God in hiding

covered 'neath clods of green

Just an old man they thought

strolling through the park

an almost dead somebody

or nobody meaningful to watch

But there in his eyes shone wonder

and his heart beat life's excitement

walking slowly through the woods

watching expectantly for life