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Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— |
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I took the one less traveled by, |
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And that has made all the difference ..Robert Frost
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There is a special place I go sometimes
where I get respite from the crazy world
out in the boonies
where the wild flowers grow
honeysuckle scents the air like perfume
filling my lungs with its overpowering sweetness
monkey puzzle trees stand guard like sentinels
keeping all intruders at bay
and the wild gorze bedazzles in resplendent gold
you can find a comfortable place to pitch tent
and be alone with your spirit in the great outside
communing with Creator and his creatures
getting your objectives back on track
as the mysterious wind softly rustles the trees
and the grasshoppers reel in the tall rye grass
you can sense what really matters in this world
overhead a lonesome sandpiper trills its melancholy cry
and my heart retrieves the lynchpin moments of my life
the ephemeral truths that have all come my way
a foraging dormouse scuttles up a stalk of wayside grass
billowing cumulus shapes float aimlessly above
as a kestrel hunts and stalks its prey on hovering wings
profound calm and peace permeates my soul
within this sanctuary of hallowed ground
detached and euphoric feelings arise within
a startled roe deer breaks cover
and dissapears with bounds out of view
it is here all my complexities are laid bare
and I heal myself with my own hands
and return to civilization again
renewed and invigorated once more
until I feel the call to come back for more
Copyright by Peter Paton 2006
Birgit and Roger
Ron
Regis
Beautifully written.
Gina
Sage
I need one of those places right now...I'm tired. So, so tired.
Keep me in your prayers--Karen, too.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
T be one with nature...theee best medicine!!
love Tinka
Susan
Aberjhani
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RAge