“There is no quiet place in the white man's cities.
No place to hear the unfurling of leaves in spring,
Or the rustle of the insect's wings.
The clatter only seems to insult the ears.
And what is there to life,
If a man cannot hear the cry of the whippoorwill,
Or the arguments of the frogs around the pond at night?”
Chief Seattle
Although I was born in the big city
I have always been a country boy
Our big cities today, annoy me
I need nature’s solitude and joy
I need to smell the pine trees
I need to hear the whippoorwill
I need God’s very natural Creation
Which always gives me such a thrill
I need to gaze upon a lake
And hear the yodel of a loon
I need to wander the deep forest
And listen to a tiny songbird’s tune
I need to watch a butterfly flutter
I need to gaze upon Earth’s sunset
I need whatever of Nature I can find
Nothing in it, has disappointed me yet
I need to hike those mountain trails
And gaze upon all those critters there
I need to smell those wild wildflowers
Which in Spring, spring up everywhere
I need to hear frogs chatter
As I gaze upon my campfire
Living among Nature’s glory
Has been my lifelong desire
You can have your many cities today
Filled with traffic jams, smog, and crime
Give me a glorious night in the pine forest
As the whippoorwill sings for me, so sublime
A Most Captivating Fact,
About The Glorious Nocturnal Whippoorwill:
The female will lay her eggs in phase with the lunar cycle,
So her eggs hatch on average 10 days before a full moon.
When the moon is nearly full,
Both parents can forage the entire night,
And best provide their children with food.
Listening To An Old Whippoorwill’s Song,
Always Puts Me in a Very Good Mood.
©2008, Mr. Ed
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I hurry to - My Blue Heaven.
A turn to the right, by a little white light,
will lead you to - My Blue Heaven.
Just Sally and me, and Baby makes three,
we're Happy in - My Blue Heaven..."
Antoine FATS Domino used to croon this tune,
and I loved it, along with most of his hits.
Whippoorwills - Daffodils - Nightshades - Mother Nature's Parades -
IT'S ALL GOOD !!!
THE PITTER-PATTER OF CRITTERS CHATTER IS WHAT REALLY MATTERS!
ED ... KEEP ON KEEPIN' ON --- tom...
Be always safe,
Karen
Fee
Another beautiful nature poem...with a "fact" I didn't know. THANKS for another lesson.
Love, Micke
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
TL
Lovely poem with great imageries!!!
Sandie Angel :o)
:)Christine
Gimme the country. And you have - well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.