December 14, 2007
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THOSE WERE THE DAYSWhen eyes freshly seeing new,
My mind yet a blank slate,
Wonder of magic grew,
Experiences were great.
The world out of doors,
In the morn,
Like something freshly washed,
And hung to dry,
Still dewy wet,
Caught my eye.It was all so new,
And immediately I was awed,
My appreciation grew,
In background a crow cawed.Then there were times,
Silent the beauty was,
Splendor rhymes,
Dressed in guaze.Nor could I tell anyone,
How enchanted I was,
The words for that were none,
I can but try.
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This bit is a tribute to a girl named "Sweet Pea" who
once in the wilds of Missouri, walking with her guru
one morning her eyes and heart wide open --
told her folks they had been walking in the Qiat Fo'rest.May her heart and senses ever be open to the glory of the world.
Comments (6)
Good that we still have that wonder at our age.
Very nice poems and I love the pic of the pizzelles. I plan to make some myself tomorrow!
Another beautiful poem, "Dad"! I love the line "like something freshly washed and hung out to dry...".
That brings back memories of my childhood!
I hope you are having a warm, safe, joy filled weekend!
Hugs,
Hi Doug. We received your surprise package in the mail today. The nature scenes are beautiful. How cool it must be to see a herd of live elk. Wow. And I can just imagine how gorgeous those outdoor images would be when covered in snow. But by far my favorite pictures are the happy healthy loving pictures that are you and your lovely lady Heather. I am truly blessed to be included in your list of dear freinds. I am very lucky to have your friendship. Thank you!
Oh, and did I mention the pretty card you sent my way? It is very special to me because you sent it. Well let me say what a nice surprise the whole package was.
By The Way: Your handwriting is very good.
For you the world will always be a wonder because you keep your eyes freshly dewy wet .
In friendship
Michel