It must be nice high up on your mountain..
Untouched by society..
You get to be the watcher..
Detached from reality
You see our loss..
Yet you do not have to live it..
You get to be with God..
To be one with the mountain..
With the skies and the trees..
To know life is nature..
Life is all that you see..
The birds that fly above you
The paths that lead to streams..
This is the gift God gave us all..
If we could only let it be..
To watch the suns filter..
streaks of brilliant light bathe me..
I smell the scent of autumn..
I am filled with childhood memories..
Of playful times on falls golden bed..
of dreams under maple leaves..
How I wish I could stay on your mountain..
Away from all that troubles me..
I could let my mind endlessly wander..
Through natures reality.
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
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I really like this other view
of you.
Life is about living.
And surviving
In anyway that we can.
Chrissie
Jack