Night falls on the desert landscape
Mind drifts north past the sages
Turning I scan the Yukon, move on
Fires are burning on sacred lands
Lost tribes come forth from there
My spirit flies forth into night light
Yes Alaska is beckoning me home
Her cries touching skin, chills form
Heart upon heart nothing is like her
Beauty that God made stands calling
I hurt beyond belief with wanting
I just want to stand on her mountains
Ravens swoop by me in an awesome hush
I smile happily at their greeting sound
Please feet just once to land upon her
The soft moss touching my feet again
Every night my journey begins once more
As my soul takes flight back home, grizzlies
Roar eyes scan the smoldering fires below
Water clouds please come, don’t let fires purge
Alaska my very spirit flies home to your beauty
Each night I pray I land upon your soil’s touch
Here and only here can I truly feel at peace?
God’s creation blending in harmony calling
'My sprit flies forth into night light'....'Heart upon heart nothing is like her'....'I hurt beyond believe with wanting'...'As my soul takes flight back home' I LOVE THIS,BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva
This poem exudes your feelings, love and yearning, for this special place and evokes a sense of the same in the reader, whether they've been there or not.
Well done, Theresa!
Wonderful poem and a truly heartfelt yearning for your home. I have thankfully got to see parts of it, and I have marveled at its magnificence and sheer beauty.
gorgeous salute to the great state of alaska! can i come? i want to go to alaska so bad it is NOT funny! i just GOTTA' see the scenery and the northern lights; sounds like my kind of place!
now you have me yearnin' for alaska more than ever! I WANNA' GO!!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D
TJ The rich imagery and beautiful theme in this gem of a poem
makes it one of your best. I love the photo too, it enhances
the reason for your love of this wondrous wilderness country!
o, this write makes me want to come to alaska all the more--beautiful, descriptive...perfection!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla.
when do you want me to come? :)
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on June 27, 2004
MISSING P[LACES THAT ARE FONDEST TO ONES HEART LEADS TO BEAUTIFUL REFLECTIVE POETRY.. BE BACK TO SEE THE PHOTO BUT I KNOW IT IS EXCELLENT ALREADY HERESA.
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Well done, Theresa!
Fantastic photo
We all love our home lands I reckon...
Reindeer
Lovely scenic words, even without that awesome pic
TRASK
Sandie Angel a.k.a. May Lu :o)
now you have me yearnin' for alaska more than ever! I WANNA' GO!!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D
Nice pic, never realised theresa green in alaska.
Great discripitions treesa
makes it one of your best. I love the photo too, it enhances
the reason for your love of this wondrous wilderness country!
Much longing in this one my friend....and I can relate to that feeling well!!
Love Tinka
o, this write makes me want to come to alaska all the more--beautiful, descriptive...perfection!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla.
when do you want me to come? :)