in wood times i've spent walking
gathering colors, tasting sounds
by ferns, tall grass, and animals
under the forest canopy, making rounds
flushing pheasants as i go
they streak off in a line
then to stop, a place i know
amid green berries on the vine
wild white rolling clouds above
reflect the light, contrast the blue
in nature's time i touch the love
and symmetry by which things grew
the wind plays light and sweet
with mint and closer scents
honeysuckle and wildflower complete
the multicolored firmament
at a small creek bank i pause to drink
and there, witness life within
a small plant reaches water's brink
the shoots are young and thin
where hours pass i cannot say
the sun marks shadows on the land
little voices beg me to stay
i promise trees, i'll come again
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
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Kia ora Jack,
Enjoyed the walk, cheers!
Robb
Robb, as soon as I get an extra three million dollars I want to fly out your way and see that beautiful New Zealand water and woods.
(a thousand for the ticket - the rest for shark and mosquito repellent.)
I noticed your photo, Robb. Is it true in New Zealand they’ve stopped the aging process?
Hi Jack,
You've written many beautiful poems, but this may be the most beautiful. I read it aloud, and got such a peaceful feeling. The sound of the language and the images are compelling. I love the words, "in wood times," and "gathering colors and tasting sounds," and this: "in nature's time I touch the love and symmetry by which things grew." You make me want to take a walk tomorrow, and keep my promise to the trees.
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