I have Seen
by Rhiannon Waits → (All Poetry by Rhiannon Waits)
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This poem is featured in the early pages of the book "Little Lessons on Love and Life".

I have seen

I have sat in a woods �. On a cool fall morning, and smelt the freshly fallen leaves that become my carpet.

I have seen the circles of life exposed on a newly fallen tree and felt the cool sap on my fingers �.

Yes, I have seen.

I have lain on the damp sand and heard the ocean waves rush to shore and depart again.

I have smelled the salty and fragrant waves as I watched the sun slowly sink into ocean with a fiery orange glow and felt small in the presence of greatness.

Yes, I have seen

I have sat upon the top of a mountain on a sheet of pine needles and watched the sun arise from a distant valley. I have listened to the eagles call for me to pay attention and the wind caress my skin to show me I was experiencing a miracle �

Yes, I have seen

Yes, I have seen more than most yet less then some �
And stored each experience in my very spirit.
With countless experiences, I can recall most in vivid detail
I stored with each memory the smell, touch, feel, sound and sight

Of all I experienced

A treasure chest filled with experiences that left me breathless
Are within my reach so I can pull from it and relive the miracle
Of that day, that second of my life that enriched my being
Therefore, I can pull them out and experience them repeatedly
When a day comes upon me that is filled with strife
Or a day emerges filled with complications and emotional turbulences
I reached into the treasure chest of my life
And know I am blessed because �. I have seen

I am Rhiannon Waits and I have seen �. 2003

(Full Poem )

I Have Seen

I Have Seen
By Rhiannon Waits

I have seen I have sat in a woods ....

On a cool fall morning, and

smelt the freshly fallen leaves that become my carpet.

I have seen the circles of life exposed on a newly fallen tree and felt the cool sap on my fingers ....

Yes, I have seen.

I have lain on the damp sand and heard the ocean waves rush to shore and depart again.

I have smelled the salty and fragrant waves

as I watched the sun slowly sink into ocean with a fiery orange glow and felt small in the presence of greatness.

Yes, I have seen

I have sat upon the top of a mountain on a sheet of pine needles and watched the sun

arise from a distant valley.

I have listened to the eagles call for me to pay attention

and the wind caress my skin to show me I was experiencing a miracle

...Yes, I have seen

I have seen the Blue Grass of Kentucky

as I walked through an open meadow ....

I have seen the cobblestone streets of Aiken South Carolina

as I walked under huge Live oaks leaning together to form a tunnel.

A lifetime of sounds, smells and feelings that have been bundled tightly to make the person I am.

Yet the sights that have been entwined into my being have become the most vivid as I shut my eyes to relive the beauty of each.

Imprinted into me as beautifully and artistically as the stained glass that adores many Cathedrals, my memories have adorned my life with a more ardent beauty.

Yes, I have seen more than most yet less then some ...

And stored each experience in my very spirit.

With countless experiences, I can recall most in vivid detail stored with each memory the smell, touch, feel, sound and sight

Of all I experienced

A treasure chest filled with experiences that left me breathless

Are within my reach so I can pull from it and relive the miracle

Of that day, that second of my life that enriched my being

Therefore, I can pull them out and experience them repeatedly

When a day comes upon me that is filled with strife

Or a day emerges filled with complications and emotional turbulences

I reached into the treasure chest of my life

And know I am blessed because ....

I am Rhiannon Waits and I have seen

Rhiannon Waits ... 2003

Reviewed by Michelle Mills

Reviewed on November 10, 2006

A beautiful piece Rhiannon. How very inspiring. Blessings, Michelle

Reviewed by Dawn Mullan

Reviewed on October 24, 2006

Memories are our treasures in our personal treasure chests. Great poem. Thank you, DL Mullan

Reviewed by Joyce Bowling

Reviewed on September 24, 2006

Great poem...where would we be without our fondest memories...I too have found some of my most comforting moments within nature...I love to sit by a running stream, smell the moss covered ground, and let the wind caress my face...this is peace like no other...one day maybe I too will taste the salt from the ocean, and feel the damp sand beneath my feet...never too late...blessings Joyce B.

Reviewed by Flowing Brook (Reader)

Reviewed on June 29, 2006

Powerful, I too remember. Thank goodness for the treasure chest of memories to take us through winters of experience.

Reviewed by Martin Hebert (Reader)

Reviewed on March 10, 2006

~~Rhiannon~~beautiful poem~~

~~martin~~

Reviewed by Phillip William Allen

Reviewed on March 9, 2006

Nice pen.