Nature
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I love being in the woods. The sights, sounds and just the feeling I get there. For me, there are few things more relaxing. This poem is also about that. Come Home To The Wild A dappled light falls gently here, Amid the forest green. And there is peace here ‘neath the boughs, Such as…
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I’ve been dreaming of having the money and time to travel where I want and spend my time as I please. This poem reflects what I see in those dreams. Enjoy! Where Do You See Yourself? There’s so much beauty to be found, At place where land meets sky. Horizons call and beckon me, To…
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Since April is National Poetry Month, I try to do at least one spring themed entry per year. Here in Canada, winters are cold and long and spring is much anticipated. It is probably my favourite season. For Love of Spring To watch the swelling of a bud, Then watch the leaf unfold. The wonder…
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So the second poem yesterday didn’t happen. But here is another one. Been dreaming about oceanfront homes lately. This verse is inspired by those dreams. On The Call of the Oceanfront The crashing waves, and rustling trees, All sing me to my rest. While insects drone and bullfrogs croak, This lullaby’s the best. Sing…
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I was supposed to post this yesterday, but sometimes life happens. Another one will magically appear in due course. Hopefully before the end of the day 🙂 On Missing Nature A long and winding country road, A field of high, sweet hay. Ten billion stars above my head, To gaze at where I lay. …
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It was a beautiful day today and I spent some time in my backyard watching the birds and squirrels and listening to the geese calling in the distance. I love the spring! On The Beauty of Spring Once more the air is filled with chirps, Not heard for far too long. Our migrant birds back…
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Earlier I was watching TED/Ed as one does when they are at work. And I came across this talk by Xiye Bastida ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GBeU6UZyPjY&feature=emb_title ). It inspired today’s offering. On Xiye Bastida I just believe she said to me, as hope shone from her eyes. I know you don’t, and that’s okay, my dream fits…
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I’m not sure why, but I seem to be on a bit of a nature kick this month. Maybe it’s because every time I turn around another piece of it’s been cut down, dug up or plowed over. Whatever the reason, I hope you enjoy todays poem 🙂 SEE THE BEAUTY “Good morning!” Says the…
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