Oh Anita, you the spirit of nature lives in your words and the photograph is fantastic!
xo Taylor

Oh Anita, how blessed your daughter is to have a mom like you!

Sharing your time...and your gift...and your love of our Creator.

This is lovely, just lovely. There is a lake near us, that looks almost identical, at first gaze..Thank you for sharing 'Mortal Clay'.
It makes me want to sing, "Open the eyes of our hearts, LORD..."

Love&Hugs, Rhonda

"Feet of clay, but heart of light"--That one realization opens doors to many a wonder, much like that pictured in the image and the lines above. Much gratitude,
Aberjhani

I agree simply BEAUTIFUL!!!!
"Clay of earth in Sculpture's hands
Father's art of birth
Molding us, and holding us
Upon this living earth"

Simply beautiful in it's nature and presentation.

Fee

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind

Reading this introspective poem with its repeated 'feet of clay'refreain unexpectedly brought Wilfred Owen's Dulce Et Decorum est pro patria mori (it is a sweet and fitting thing to die for one's country) immediately to mind. 'Blood shod...' was his reference to the suffering clay that formed the First World War troops' boots.
It was this line: 'With burdened back and hand'that invoked this image.
Attractive picture aside, invoking Owen's poem somehow detached Mortal Clay from the idyllic image and focused my thoughts on the 'feet of clay' that indeed we walk with through life. Clay meets clay. Our footsteps through life are not only moulded but are guided by the Potter in who's hands we are but mortal - and pliable - clay. Edifying however, is the beauty of life that also springs from the nourishment that is endemic of clay, and indeed we marvel at the Potter's handiwork as exemplified in 'Turtle Pond' and its lush surroundings. Moreover, out of the common clay from which we all originate, has also come the heart and hand that could write such fine, fluid imagery as Mortal Clay.
Thanks, Anita, for a poem that took me deeper in thought that I anticipated, and in an enriching way.

This is brilliant and I feel the soul of nature in your pen. I've read so many poems of Fall but none that quite captures the beauty you have here.
Love,
Susan

Looks and sounds like a very 'majestic' place indeed.

Chrissy

The music in ur poems is so exact. This 1 is especially nice. I look forward 2 reading more of them. Thanks for ur kind comment on Miss Fish. I also like ur bio page. Cheers, RB

Most beautiful!!

You are blessed to live so close to this kinda beauty!!

Love Tinka

God created all things beautiful and when you happen on such a lovely place as Turtle Lake, do not spread the word around. There are many vandals about. Lovely poem. Victor

So beautiful

APax,

You give my soul a breath of fresh air my friend. I've always loved reading your poetry. That picture is well worth a thousand thoughts and words.

Anita

This awesome and descriptive write is a super amalgam of color, vitality and spirituality..

I love the way you are able to blend effortlessly your words into the subtle landscape of nature and spirit..

And what a haven of peace your have discovered within your circumference..

Take your bows master craftswoman..

Peter

just beautiful, the colour, the freshness, the turtle pond is a gem.

A beautiful poem about God's wonderful creation of which we are a part.
God Bless,
Lew

You have captured Nature's Majesty extremely well, Queenie - and what a pic! Turtle Pond sounds marvelous.

This photo is breathtaking! No wonder you've written such a lovely poem to go with it, Anita. You've captured the spirit!
Love,
CJ

Simply Majestic! Your life jouney is wat you make of it.If you open the eye4s you see the blooming Nature's grace.Great metaphor! and a sprinke of great wisdom.The pics also is Calmingly beautiful.

Bom Bhole!
Roshan

Well, this is just plain beautiful. I loved the 'eyes choose what to see' and its relation to feet of clay.
Rusty