Dedicated to my friend, Linda, who shared her home with all of us family over the weekend.
Love,
Susan
I went up to the mountains
Looking for a memory
I learned that simple air
Isn't what it used to be
The constant rush of everyday
Distorts the facts of life
There I just l-e-t i-t g-o
Releasing pent up strife
My muscles suddenly talked to me
When before they burned complete
Tension had me combustionable
I was my own defeat
My smile was much more generous there
I think I broke my face
I enhaled without coughing up
Old city smog's after-taste
My eyes were much more greener
The redness was all gone
My step had spring
I scaled the blue
Recalling this , my home
You've heard of mountain magic
As far as my eyes could see
I found what I'd been missing
While searching for a memory
I lost myself, as I recall
When living was more pure
Since man became responsible
It's worsened now, I'm sure
I flew right through working hard
To gain the material boon
The material comes to own you
It happens all too soon
We want much more than we can keep
When we are called away
We leave the same as we came in
It's life we need to pay
The simple joy of fresh air
Nature's green abyss
Is all coming to an end
Then this will all be missed
The sky's so blue in Highlands
As far as one can see
It's what we take for granted
While searching for a memory.
OH, lucky you. To breath cleaner air, be closer to the sky and stars so bright at night you think you can reach up and touch them. And the quiet that when you listen is full of natures sounds that are muted and subtle and work on your mind to relax it and release that tension. I think your poem hit a strong cord of longing in me. Beautiful. Liz
A beautiful and touching poem, Susan -- I love the warm and fuzzy feelings of 'going home' and being among family. These are the people who know me best because they've known me longest. It's comforting to both give and receive that unconditional love.
Love,
CJ
lets hope mankind will see the evil of his ways before he destroys the beauty and soul of his homeland ... outstanding poem in quality, content and delivery, Susan ...
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on March 28, 2007
I believe we are seeing the error of our ways. The one thing is that if Gore had got in, the world would be a better place....
I echo Sharon here. This picture reminds me of the hills and mountains surrounding Loch Eck, Argylshire. I have a snap of Sharon sitting on my shoulder as we look out across scenic splendour just like this - the similarity is uncanny.
I drove by the loch area last year. It was as you say like visiting memories. I hoped to find just one good memory still intact that would leap out and swallow me lock, stock and nostalgia.
Well, nothing stays the same, but the air was fresh, we could see the stars in the night sky, and our shoulders drooped for a while.
Glad to read that in the court of pristine memory(ies) you found a refreshing source that broke your face with a smile.
Regards
Dai
Reviewed by Sharon Lawson (Reader)
Reviewed on March 28, 2007
Reminds me of my homeland of Scotland :o) I used to go hillwalking quite a lot with my dad and friends and the atmosphere up there above everything else was wonderful! The rush of clean air through my head, the smells of heather, peat, pine forests, etc. The pure water I tasted from rushing, clear rivers... oh take me there just for a moment!! We do take a lot of our country's beauty for granted and we ought to appreciate and care for it. God bless the Scottish Forestry Commission and the National Trust!!
Susan,
I love the mountains and wish I had a place there. I've often thought how neat it would be to to have that cabin there and pack up and go whenever this old world gets to be to much. It really makes you think of the things that are most important when you are there.
Reviewed by Michael Mathieu (Reader)
Reviewed on March 28, 2007
Get it while you can, eventually natures best will disappear...
Excelent write,
lovingly put. a nice fresh breath. what a photo! it's worth thousands! glad u rested a lot. much luck
Reviewed by Simon Barreiros (Reader)
Reviewed on March 27, 2007
Love those days of innocent memory reclaimed. Great writing Susan.
Lawrence Durrell once wrote (paraphrased),
" All hail the consumer age...They sang out as they swoon...
But who are the consumers...And which shall be consumed..."
love you,
simon b
Ain't it sumpin'? Been up here in Georgia's mountain almost eight years, and don't plan to leave except in that procession in my honor (I trust!) I could have told you all of that, but NC needed your money, huh? Glad you went. Glad you're back. You do know how to give a trip report... it's giving me wanderlust (is that the right word?) Enjopyed your poem. - Bill
So glad to have you back safe and sound and re-purified with that fresh mountain air and a reborn country attitude. You were missed my friend and this poem exemplifies why. Beautiful write by a beautiful lady.
Hugs,
Fee
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CJ
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poetry.
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Elizabeth
Love Tinka
I echo Sharon here. This picture reminds me of the hills and mountains surrounding Loch Eck, Argylshire. I have a snap of Sharon sitting on my shoulder as we look out across scenic splendour just like this - the similarity is uncanny.
I drove by the loch area last year. It was as you say like visiting memories. I hoped to find just one good memory still intact that would leap out and swallow me lock, stock and nostalgia.
Well, nothing stays the same, but the air was fresh, we could see the stars in the night sky, and our shoulders drooped for a while.
Glad to read that in the court of pristine memory(ies) you found a refreshing source that broke your face with a smile.
Regards
Dai
I love the mountains and wish I had a place there. I've often thought how neat it would be to to have that cabin there and pack up and go whenever this old world gets to be to much. It really makes you think of the things that are most important when you are there.
Excelent write,
Michael
Lawrence Durrell once wrote (paraphrased),
" All hail the consumer age...They sang out as they swoon...
But who are the consumers...And which shall be consumed..."
love you,
simon b
Welcome home, you've been missed. What beautiful imagery, in photo and verse, you take me there, searching for memories. Thank you!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Hugs,
Fee