once upon a ridge was I
like a child on Christmas day
turning 'round and 'round to see
the valleys, rivers, slopes and sky
no words upon my lips sufficed
my camera, futile, in my hand
for only those who, like me, hiked
up to the ridge could understand
the rolling clouds above, below
the hidden lakes revealed to me
the distant highway silent now
my spirit laughs...oh joie-de-vivre!
once upon a ridge was I
like a child on Christmas day
turning 'round and 'round to see
the valleys, rivers, slopes and sky
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Last October I had the opportunity to do some hiking in the "White Mountains" of New Hampshire. It was a stunningly beautiful place, and my feelings on one particular summit inspired this poem.
Delightful read...what's a Texan doing in PA?
Culture shock! ~E
Reviewed by Bryt Eyz (Reader)
Reviewed on May 1, 2002
Well, sometimes silence says more than any words could ever say. But I'll give you this... if any words came close to describing what it was like... it's the ones you so artfully strung together. Kudos.
This is a beautiful piece and the photo is stunning....nature is so inspiring!!!! this is excellent and has a wonderful flow. Thanks also for your comment on my poem! :)
Reviewed by Wendi Cali (Reader)
Reviewed on April 24, 2002
The poem is delightful and that photo! Oh, my! That image is just stunning and I clearly see where you'd feel inspired. Good write!
Personal journals are full of potential, waiting for you to add the color! Pages for you to fill in the blanks with tidbits and trivia about New Hampshire
Personal journals are full of potential, waiting for you to add the color! Pages for you to fill in the blanks with tidbits and trivia about New Hampshire
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to go with it as well! Cool!
Becca Lang
Love and Light
dreamweaver
Culture shock! ~E
Janet
Thanks for your comment on my poem, "From a man's point of view"
Jenni