Dr. Ronnie Wolfe – August 30, 2017
For funeral of Marshall Baker
In the woods a bird is singing
Like the whisper in the wind,
Drawing me with raptured feeling
To come into the woods again.
Smell the musty, falling foliage
As it blows through gentle breeze;
I must plan to go a-hunting,
Put my mind and heart at ease.
So my spirit ever soaring
Pulls me to my love outdoors;
Walking through the blue-green meadows
All these things my heart adores.