Dry leaves crackled
Under my lumbering steps
The cold, bites my nose and neck
Hands gloved feet warm
As I take, a slow walk
Through the woods
Airing out my head
Nature feeds
My imprisoned thoughts.
Wind blowing
Howling through the trees
Naked of leaves
Small mammales hibernating
Yet, I shoulder a burden
I thought released.
Like a fishnet laden
With fish hooks
That cling to the corridors
Of my memories stowed.
I hear running water
mmmmmmmmmm!
Listen!
What a serene sound
Thank you. oh Lord
For bringing me around.
As I near, the gentle stream
The crawfish scatters
Disappearing
Under the soft sand.
Squirrels
Rushing to hoard food
Between warm days
And the freeze.
Mockingbirds
Announce their presence
With sweet
Melodies, in thier happy songs
As I continued my walk
I wish to be alone.
"Like a fishnet laden
With fish hooks
That cling to the corridors
Of my memories stowed."
A very vivid description of your memories, Bill, anytime walks in the woods or on the beach, anywhere you can be alone with your own thoughts, they are the places to use regularly, to find the self, to find...Peace thru Nature, Ed & Rufuz
Love the imagery William! Beautiful poetry. Know it's cold and snow in N.Y.Hope your leg isn't too bad;-)Great mind escape;-)
Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
Reviewed on January 29, 2004
William...it is snowing hard here...and you just brought me lovely summer...How sweet of you...I love all the seasons actually...this was very visual..nice write...floria
Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic (Reader)
Reviewed on January 29, 2004
..I love such walks..take them often ..by the beach..( five mins away)
Thankyou William!
vesna :)
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on January 29, 2004
The imagery is incredible, felt like I was taking that walk with you!
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With fish hooks
That cling to the corridors
Of my memories stowed."
A very vivid description of your memories, Bill, anytime walks in the woods or on the beach, anywhere you can be alone with your own thoughts, they are the places to use regularly, to find the self, to find...Peace thru Nature, Ed & Rufuz
Beautiful work
Thankyou William!
vesna :)
Jill :)
Great write William...
That was me calling my mate!!
Lovely serene...heavenly beautiful poetry William!!
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