Nature and I, Beautiful , brown and unafraid

Nature and I , Beautiful , brown and unafraid Those eyes returned

As I went home on the on the old wood road with my basket and lesson book a dove come out of the tall trees and down to drink at the brook. 

Twilight was all about us 

Twilight and tree or tree

I locked straight in to it's great strange eyes

And the deer looked back at me 

Beautiful, brown and unafraid

Those eyes returned ny stare

And some thing with neither sound nor name

Passed between us there

Some thing I shall not forgot

Still, and shy and wise

In the dimness of the  woods

From a pair of gold -flecked eyes