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 loses here is nature's 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.
So much movement compressed into this microcosm, Susan. The taut and flawless rhythm and form acts as a magnifying glass somehow. Bursting with so much life, detail and philosophical thought, this is like a world within a world... highlighting just how privileged we are, at present, to have such. Excellent and extremely palatable rhetoric. xx
You touch a spot in my heart with this one Susan...you know how I feel about the low country and how the quest for the big bucks which rape the marshes and leaves me bitter toward man and his greed...well done
This wonder of a wetland...the beauty of each day
The food chain that's endangered when silent voices pay
Far too many silent voices pay today. We have already destroyed over half of the world's vital, life-giving wetlands, and unless we all start advocating to save them, within the next 50 years, they will all be gone.
We love taking your words for it, Florida poet... since you now live in the midst of nature's floral basket. Reading the lines bring back fond and colorful moments when, I too, lived once, where you now reside. (Damn! even that is poetic!) See what your great poetry brought about? - Love 'n stuff, - Bill
...large voice of perfect range...no home in the future...as if by slight of hand...will soon disappear...the beauty of a world...seen in a different nature.
excellent Susan...
John
I have allways been in awe of Nature, You speak of her so beautifully here. As allways your words paint a picture beyond compare. Losing ones self in Nature is such a holy release from the worry and stress we must face in life. I absolutely love this!
Oh, Susan, this is so soft and sentimental. You really portray the beauty of "Nature's Home" as you describe its residents. How sad to see the wonder of God's handiwork slowly disappearing.
You've done a marvelous feat in this poem.
Definately one of your best Susan, when you write of nature your world becomes ours as we look with wonder at the beauty you see and write about with brushstrokes of delight. Well done.
I'll just "ditto" what Jerry said. I think he covered all the bases. Wonderful poem. I could use the beauty of that kind of quiet - just to rejuvinate. Sounds like a piece of heaven.
God bless you. Kathy
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on February 16, 2008
(Wow!!! I'm sure happy AD got this mess fixed so I can get the alerts!!) Now this puts it all in perspective, even a simpleton such as myself can understand and appreciate the frangible nature of the wetlands. I admit, that until very recently I haven't give the wetland movement all that much thought, even though I live among the hue and cry of the folks who are trying to raise a stink. I used to think it was only a ploy for money, and I still believe that is a part, a small, part of it, but I have come to understand that there are big problems concerning the wetlands, and I'm not too sure that we can fix it, no matter how much money is dumped into trying to find a solution . . . The only way to sure-fire fix things is to just quit drilling, etc, and allow industry down here to wither and die and I don't ever see that happening, unfortunately for the conversationalists, big money talks . . . I maintain that solution CAN be found, but it will involve a lot of concerned people, both the people who are protesting the destruction of the wetlands and the people who are part of that destruction, PLUS politicians who will actually try to help and not just blow off at the mouth every election cycle . . . Good poem, Susan, got me going, huh?
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The food chain that's endangered when silent voices pay
Far too many silent voices pay today. We have already destroyed over half of the world's vital, life-giving wetlands, and unless we all start advocating to save them, within the next 50 years, they will all be gone.
A fantastic write
Love & Peace be with you
William
excellent Susan...
John
Love, Pierre
You've done a marvelous feat in this poem.
Connie
"But who looses here is natures life..." along with all mankind!
THANKS for the images...
Micke
Fee
Thought provoking excellence, well done -
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
God bless you. Kathy