October Poem

October 

Poem and Photography by Spencer

Squirrels collect  nuts 

with their four fingered paws

while their wild tails stand up high.

Up in the tree 

 the blue bird sings

a song of grace and hope.

Off in the distance  

the eagle screams

above the field of green.

The creek flows gently 

through the woods

in the peaceful October air.

I stand on the mountain

strong and stable 

absorbing this peaceful sight.