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by Ronald W. Hull
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Since getting a dose of herbicide during the
drought last year, and a thorough mowing
and edging along my fence a month ago,
the hundred foot wide powerline right-of-way
behind my house has rebounded from new
rains, with corn-like grass with lots of seeds
towering over my six-foot cedar fence. I wish
they would never cut the right-of-way or defoliate
it so that the wild things could grow undisturbed.



Have you ever wondered beyond your space,
and sought out new desires?
Have you ever watched a weed field grow,
and seen its cathedral spires?

Where all things live in harmony,
and carry out their own special lives.
Where creatures both large and small,
flourish and great diversely thrives.

Where every drop of rain that falls,
and every ray of sunshine,
is captured in its stately structure,
for just the right amount of time.

For the cycle of life continues,
from seed to seedling to plant to harvest.
From birth to mate, to nurture, to great,
the process creates the very best.

Have you seen more perfect creatures,
than the butterfly, or the bird?
Or herbivores grazing, both alone,
and in great, magnificent herd.

The cathedral weathers the seasons,
whether hot or cold, wet or dry,
and continues on changing forever,
its view with the changing sky.

There is no garden or zoo to compare,
or neatly planted monoculture crop.
In diversity and sustainability,
with productivity over the top!

Regardless of season, beauty abounds,
from the color of spring, to winter's white.
Nature's beauty is a wonder to behold,
from dew's early morn, to a crickets’ night.

So if you ever wonder out of the mold,
and find a small patch of weeds to unfold,
think of the world as that small patch,
and let it grow on and grow to old.

The future of the planet will thank you,
for your wisdom, my friend.
And may your curious wondering,
be nurtured and sustained, to never end.

2012 © Ronald W. Hull



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Reviewed by Don Juan Amante 8/10/2012
this is an amazing poem, it touched my senses and heart.
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart 8/3/2012
Such a marvelous nature poem, filled with wonder and wisdom.
Reviewed by Diana Legun (Reader) 8/1/2012
Ron, this is astonishingly beautiful writing from your hand. What a tribute to everything balanced in this life and world. This has such tenderness and respect and a weave that is enchanting. The voice in this poem is deep, seasoned and calm. "Where all things live in harmony/and carry out their own special lives." This poem is flawless in my eyes and symphonic in my ears, its message being the most important thing on earth. Thank you, Ron. ~~ Diana
Reviewed by T Jett (Reader) 7/31/2012
Excellent writing, Ronald! "Nature's beauty is a wonder to behold."
Reviewed by richard cederberg 7/30/2012
Your thoughts flow here, Ron, in your special way of expressing. we get the same kind of growth from the bird seed we use in our back yard. Proliferates quite irksomely. Keeps my honey-do list always wordy. Enjoyed ... richard
Reviewed by Vivian Dawson 7/29/2012
Some weeds are prettier that plants,
and some plants are prettier that weeds
...who should decide what grows...
but embrace the wonderment of both!!!!
Lady Vivian

Thank You *Ron* for sharing your thoughts
Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather 7/29/2012
yes, i agree with what Regis said.
Reviewed by Laura Fall 7/29/2012
A great write indeed Laura
Reviewed by Regis Auffray 7/29/2012
So if you ever wonder out of the mold,
and find a small patch of weeds to unfold,
think of the world as that small patch,
and let it grow on and grow to old.

Wise advice, Ron. Your kinship with nature shines through your verses here. Thank you for sharing. Love and peace to you,

Reviewed by JMS Bell 7/29/2012
Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg 7/29/2012
I agree and so enjoy when nature continues to evolve and thrive despite our insanity to control it
Reviewed by Lily of Lough Neagh C. Dennis-Woosley 7/29/2012
"Where the wild things are" - nothing should be disturbed. I put no herbicides or pesticides on my lawn, I nurture what is around me to the dismay of my neighbors, yet all wildlife is found in my back yard. Eating what naturally grows and un-poisoned. All I do is mow it down to a reasonable height otherwise my yard is a jungle lol. I have beautiful thistle plants with their lovely bulbs, fields of yellow dandelions that are beautiful in bloom all food for nature. Butter like lettuce leaves of the so-called weeds that the bunnies feast on. I only care to preserve what should be naturally taken care of. My yard (1/3 acre) never looks bad. :)

Lovely write and much for others to ponder

Love and Light
Reviewed by Ed Matlack 7/29/2012
Man screws everything up...let it grow, let it grow, let it grow...the chant of free thinking enviromentalists, like urself...e
Reviewed by Lori Moore 7/28/2012
I always wonder beyond my space. Nice to read you again.
Reviewed by Laurel Lamperd 7/28/2012
Oh, Ron, if only weeds were treated like manicured gardens and the blow-away-in-the-wind thistle a flower, what magical creatures might we find
Reviewed by Budd Nelson 7/28/2012
this is a perfect journeyn of reflection with nature and our place in it.
Reviewed by Sandy Hoynacki (Reader) 7/28/2012
So well written Ron..You have given us a sweet aroma of nature in
another light...Well done

PS.. I don't have a mule but a good friend of mine does.. Says it's her

Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci 7/28/2012
Tell it, brother! Lovely!

Love ya!

Reviewed by Vicky Semones 7/28/2012
Ron - I'll hold the intention that the corn grows high so your view will be of only sky. 'Wonder' works metaphorically; 'wander' works literally. Nice write!
Reviewed by Richard King 7/28/2012
Nice one Ron. It gives me lots to wonder about during my wandering. Which prompts me to ask you, if you meant wonder or wander? I've read it both ways and both times you used it, I seem to want to read it as wander. Just a thought. Dick
Reviewed by Odin Roark 7/28/2012
Beautifully rendered. The weed, like so much of our maligned humanity, suffers indignant scorn, when all it wants is to live. For some reason, we, as this super sentient species, find such longings in all of nature, replaceable. I think not.
Reviewed by Edward Phillips 7/28/2012
Who says the pen is mightier than the sword?
In the hands of a master it is a work of art
It is the sum of thinking, and feeling, and being.
It is a journey with no end
It is music that repeats, but not quite
It is us at our best
And it's so nice to be reminded
by someone who always gets it right.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton 7/28/2012
Nice work here, Ron. Nature's balance is,no doubt just about as perfect a situation that it is possible to have. Yes, man trespasses and upset that balance probably far more than we should, but nature's weeds etc., you will find growing through solid concrete. Durable. Tough. Hard to destroy completely.

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