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.
Highland people the world over are poorer economically but much richer in spirit. Up where the air is clear, it is easier to see as you have in this poem.
i also search for a memory, Susan ... perhaps one day i'll transfer to another state where i can pursue this memory ... then again, i'll probably just miss the city activity and i can always drive for an hour or so and catch a glimpse of that memory .. would be nice to live in it though ... i guess my memory encompasses both worlds ...
Susan, Memories are stored for a reason. Sometimes they come flooding in, and haunt us, sometimes they remind us how lucky we are, and mostly they are there for reminding us who we have become.
Very wonderful poem!
Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"
And I have come to learn to live my memories on a daily basis. In all the wonderful running around I have done over the past few months, there is no more wondrous place for my heart, mind and soul than on the foreshore beside my beloved houseboats. It is my place of eternal being and eternal restoration. With every breath, I take it deep inside of me and it is, I feel, the fabric of my soul in which I live and move and have my essence. Your words describe well what it is I struggle to give expression to. Bless you, Kate xx
I need to go to the mountains and breathe in some fresh air and cough
up some smog! It's true we take the things that are most important to us for granted in our quest to gain things we can't keep anyway.
Wonderful write,
Quite often instead of controlling life, it controls us. It is a sad discovery to make, each time we become aware of the fact that such is the case. Society seems to lead us away from the essence of life, from its meaning and purpose while it is replaced with a surrogate that keeps us compliant and productive and in all kinds of frames of minds that separate us from our deepest feelings. These however are the things that really matter. Many avoid such confrontations until there is no possibility anymore to avoid them. But having done so for a long time makes it difficult to return to the truly meaningful matters of life. Thank you for creating and sharing this eloquent and perceptive poem. I enjoyed being on this page. Take care,
Chris
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on December 1, 2007
I don't know what can be done about mankind, Susan, we say we want to go back to the more primitive concept of living, and there are famous people spouting the same thing. Only thing is, these people use the very fuels they so hate and pollute just as much or more than anyone . . . I, myself would hat to know I hav=d to live without air conditioning and that list of theings we don't want to live without goes on and on . . . Still . . . I loved your memory, I have them also . . . Uh, London had a smog alert in the fifties KILLING THOUSANDS? . . . Jeez . . . Must have missed that one and I was around then too . . .
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on December 1, 2007
Yup, sounds delightful -not- but the joy of the freash air. They'll be museums showing us wildlife and how the world once was.
Plumb of a write.
Oh yeah, I've heard of smog reports in America, London had a bad one in the 50's killing thousands.
Fresh air should be everyones birthright, yet as Newton said about to every action there is a reaction. Well globle warming is just that.
Boo-ti-full!
I'm inhaling it right now.
Keeps me ten years younger
Two years wiser
And another year in debt.
Highlands? ... Too far north!
- Mountain Man, - Bill
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
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Ron
I love these lines: "The constant rush of everyday
Distorts the facts of life
There I just l-e-t i-t g-o "
How we need to remember we are part of nature.
Axilea
Love Tinka
Blessings ...
Richard
well written ... found it stimulating ...
Very wonderful poem!
Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"
Nature's green abyss
Is all coming to an end
Then this will all be missed
It very sadly will, and what a painful memory that will be for those who've experienced it.
It happens all too soon"
You nailed this to the "T" Susan...well done
Allen
up some smog! It's true we take the things that are most important to us for granted in our quest to gain things we can't keep anyway.
Wonderful write,
Love, Pierre
BEAUTIFULLY imaged and penned; excellent! Much nostalgia, here.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Chris
Plumb of a write.
Oh yeah, I've heard of smog reports in America, London had a bad one in the 50's killing thousands.
Fresh air should be everyones birthright, yet as Newton said about to every action there is a reaction. Well globle warming is just that.
hugs
Fee
stan
I'm inhaling it right now.
Keeps me ten years younger
Two years wiser
And another year in debt.
Highlands? ... Too far north!
- Mountain Man, - Bill