What you see,
What you hear,
What you remember is so clear.
Losing yourself in thoughts,
Escaping the realities of today,
Imagination takes you up and away .
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What you see,
What you hear,
What you remember is so clear.
Losing yourself in thoughts,
Escaping the realities of today,
Imagination takes you up and away .
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What’s under there? Who walked here? What’s inside those beautiful mountains? Are there caves? Trails undiscovered and treasures not seen?
If you are careful and quiet, you can sit for awhile. When you do this, you find, nature is relaxing and nourishes your body, soul and mind. From this time you have taken, you might form a rhyme. From this rhyme you might write a line. This line might become a poem. This line might become a drawing.
If you are pushing your toes in to the cold mountain stream, you will remember one thing. It is Cold! If you reach in to the water, maybe you will pull out a little bit of Fool’s Gold. Or find a pretty lil’ geode. Round a corner, and to every one’s delight, large Elk are running from sight.
Slowly driving through Cade’s Cove, you will see a whole village. One of the churches holds a cemetery, but in one of the trees a Momma Bear and her Cub, you are sure to see. Far, far back is a little cabin where two people might have met. Maybe it was where they held each other tight, kissing all through the night.
Beautiful views of colors, mountains and more mountains holding trees with leaves that are showing their folded delicate spring green. Bursting forth with the morning light, displaying flower blooms. Mountain wild flowers sprinkled all through, in and around the woods, waving at us as we pass by. Or, dancing, in the breeze, on the side of a hill.
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Aged tree , bent and gnarled,
standing through storms and high winds.
Crack and snap…..still strong.
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Tell the story again, but slower, I whispered back. I’m writing it down.
Sitting in the tall grass, legs stretched out in front of me, I hear your whispers. My back is to you, but I’m not surprised when you begin to talk. I’ve heard you before. If I am quiet and listen, I hear you again. You begin.
The men were young and cocky, confidant and strong. They had to be, conquering and clearing this new land that was before them. The women were smart and sure, standing beside, encouraging their men.
The kids were running, jumping and hiding. Women were cooking, continually talking. One stood out on the wrap around porch, calling them in. Men arrived from the fields. Rich aromas were escaping from the house. Children were reluctant to leave their play.
Standing proud and tall, I’ve protected them. I’ve watched them come, I’ve watched them grow, I’ve watched them go. Their children having children, more children having their children. I love them all.
I love you too, I say, letting tears stay on my face. I gather my papers, taking longer than needed. I slowly turn around, placing my hand on my childhood friend. I had played in his shelter since I could remember. I told him all my secrets as I worked inside his walls. He watched me become a young woman, get married, have babies. It’s time, my friend.
The stalls are empty. The animals are gone. The grass is tall. They are taking me down. Somewhere I hear Three Kings Orient….Snow will begin to fall, as will I.
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Fingers graze the rail,
toes are slipping down the trail,
you are innocently laying in bed,
unaware of bizarre that sits in your head.
you’re crazy and don’t know it,
they won’t say it,but you show it.
your brain seeps pain,
your insane, it weeps, sane
you think you are the person next door,
you round the corner,
and are no more
it gives you a moment of clear thought
then marks your eyes with dark blots
it drinks all of your strength
leaving your torn feet beneath
as in the night the wings flap
then fright sings you a trap
shadows drift over the moon
crazy will sift in to your mind you soon.
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Joined together, different but similar, alone but dependent on each other-Connected.
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