Its a nature call...emotions speak. I'll rerun these happy times
When nature whispered in my ear and echoed a winsome rhyme
The tease of sunny streaks of bronze from tangerine arrays
The squint of tightly wrinkled eyes that shut out piercing rays
When big old sun greets tidal creeks with a soothing kiss
Then gently tickles fuzzy balls with a blooming bright caress
Her voice opens hungry mouths and melody begins
When symphony of morning light opens up the fen
Life begins anew each day for marshes and their crews
The long-necked Egret searching creeks for her nestlings' food
The running in and out of reeds as the Marsh Hen scurries back
Then forth to check for salty bugs or clicking fiddler crabs
The constant rock of a dock as a wake comes from the blue
Canoeing comes a sailor checking out this too
Not a cloud for me today this one is a special "10"
No matter what a day can bring its special in the fen
The chaos of an outside world seems so far away
When otters, ducks and shrimp that hop take my breath away
I Feel so blessed to have the joy...the simple things in life
When others complicate their day with ordinary strife
I have that too but when I'm home the stress is lifted here
Where life is subtle but designed with complicated tears
The outside world of greed and money is taking yet this toll
When money speaks and others want to overtake these folds
This wonder of a wetland...the beauty of each day
The food chain that's endangered when silent voices pay
Tis nature's wondrous canvas...this one of dangered growth
Where civilized minds keep paper trailing natures undergrowth
The red ink comes and swallows up low country soft wet lands
But who looses here is natures life as we look by and stand
Quietly won't get it...shaking heads leave moans
Nothing seems to matter when nature has no home.
A rookery of egrets recently moved a block from my home, a bit of wilderness left in southwest Houston suburbia. Soon, that property will be developed and the birds will have to go elsewhere. For now, their flights overhead are wondrous.
I walked the tidal pools and marveled at the salt marshes and all her inhabitants...some now having come under the gun of progress...so sad whe all our resources succomb the the natural selection of man.
Taylor
You are right. I don't think people understand the fact that when humanity tries to convert the earth to fit budding society that we are pushing ourselves right off the face of the earth. The more we destroy the earth, the more balance is lost, the more balance is lost, the faster our destruction comes. If we keep killing our natural habitats that fuel our survival, then our survival here is going to end...naturally.
Reviewed by Crystal Silver Angel (Reader)
Reviewed on June 30, 2006
Exceptionaly done and much spiritual wisdom..Glorious!!!
The outside world of greed and money is taking yet this toll
When money speaks and others want to overtake these folds
It truly is more and more each day, and it truly is very sad. And unless many of us take a stand soon, more and more of this wondrous Creation will have no home.
I tend to agree with Jerry below...
God is not mocked...as we see by the terrible upheavals and natural disasters around the world..
There is a divine purpose and reason for everything...
Your intrinsic love of nature shines in this tour de force Susan !
Peace & Gratitude
Peter
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on June 30, 2006
Written by a true nature lover. I, in my golden years (Hah!) have learned to appreciate nature much more than I have in the years preceeding now. Still, I have a feeling that for us to think that puny man can destroy what God has give us, is silly. Yes, species have been lost, it is the "nature" of evloution, mankind did not kill all the prehistoric animals, dinasours, saber-toothed tigets, etc., yet they are gone. Not trying to demean you poem and its message, I firmlu believe we should not trash nature, but as far as us destroy it? I think not.
A book of nature inspired poems and essays, written from the heart and soul of a life-long nature, animal, and wilderness lover, and dedicated to today’s children - Earth's only hope for a better tomorrow.
This book won 'The Poetry Category'
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
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When money speaks and others want to overtake these folds
It truly is more and more each day, and it truly is very sad. And unless many of us take a stand soon, more and more of this wondrous Creation will have no home.
God is not mocked...as we see by the terrible upheavals and natural disasters around the world..
There is a divine purpose and reason for everything...
Your intrinsic love of nature shines in this tour de force Susan !
Peace & Gratitude
Peter