dawning of a new day or close of a day spent we feel an excitement matters not, matters not we are but passersby we're here for an instant we're gone eternity if we think upon thought and let it die slow death we rob thought of substance we walk though the forest road a sense of quiet takes hold what used to make us sad we pause on our journey find a gnarled cypress tree we sit upon its roots listen to nature's song don't know how we got here don't know how long we'll stay we enjoy the moment as we empty our mind of what we used to think about sincerity pettiness put aside we breathe in earth's perfume listen to nature's voice the beauty surrounds us mists from slow-moving creek the aroma of pine where salamanders dig do we believe in God at times such as this; yes
An arresting bit or wordsmithing that allows any reader, regardless of belief, to comprehend the magic of Nature and the underestimated value such simplicity holds for our over complicated lives. If only more would seek what your poem proffers, how much more beautiful this audience of trail, path and road walkers would be.
Once again, a beautiful poem of what the experience of getting out in nature does for us. I miss those times that I would finish my work on Saturdays by midafternoon and jump in the car, drive for a half-hour or so until I reached the state park. Suddenly, I was a millennium away from my suburban home, seeped in ages of wilderness.
My "day in the life of" is much different these days. Aside from looking out of my windows, my day is consumed in a ritual of activities to keep my mind busy but is not very fulfilling except when I complete a short story or a novel. I'm so glad that you are able to get out there and as you put in the last line of your poem. Get in touch with your God.
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Jane
My "day in the life of" is much different these days. Aside from looking out of my windows, my day is consumed in a ritual of activities to keep my mind busy but is not very fulfilling except when I complete a short story or a novel. I'm so glad that you are able to get out there and as you put in the last line of your poem. Get in touch with your God.
Ron
Play it again, Jerry!
Cheers,
Dan
Sandie