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XOx Uriah xOX
Senior Member

since 2006-02-11

Posts 1403
Virginia

0 posted 2006-03-02 03:26 PM

Standing atop a 'dozer hardened hill,
looking over the criss-crossed carcasses of cutover;
In the midst of devastation, lumber to mill,
One sees a two acre section of woods, tall and unscathed.
There, surrounded by track packed earth
and barked debris pressed into high hills,
in a land where only briars give birth,
stands this two acre patch of Paradise.

Faultless and free;
untouched and unhunted.
An island in the sea;
Oasis in the desert.

Within this Eden, plush and green
Sings an everlasting chorus;
Day and night, birds viewed and unseen
fill the air with song.
Animals know of this little Shangri-La, and daily come here.
Brown bunnies gather for games of tag and acrobatic exhibitions.
Buck,fawn and doe, graze without fear
in this magical wonderland.

Within a rusty enclosure of wrought iron, un-gated,
There lies a garden of grave markers.
Five in number, with epitaphs abraded
by weather and the passing of time.
Closer inspection could possibly disclose
who had been placed beneath the earth,
But, there is no gate. Its completely enclosed.
Entrance and disturbance had obviously
not been in the original plan.

Scarlet trumpets of honeysuckle
clutch and climb the iron barrier.
Sections have begun to buckle;
but generations of hummingbirds have thrived upon the nectar.

Until the sun begins to fade,
and I must make my journey home;
Here I sit, in soothing shade,
beneath a canopy of fragrant wisteria.
As the warm afternoon breezes of Spring blow through
I come, to sit quietly
Or to breathe soft tones through a tube of bamboo,
and watch the May Apples dance.

There are fairies here ! No, I am no liar.
Perhaps they harvest the fern seeds,
by which invisibilty is aquired.
My eyes have not witnessed them,
But I often hear their soft giggles
as the last note of each tune fades into silence.

This is one of my favorite places.
Where, although set aside for death...
Life is abundant...
and celebrated.

Gentle Spirit
Member Patricius

since 2000-10-09

Posts 13989

1 posted 2006-03-02 03:30 PM

Brava Larry, absolutely an excellent write full of visuals. Very much enjoyed your art here today sir.

seek the flame within yourself
and let your soul be cleansed by
the fire of love. Axel Ekenstierna

icequeen
Senior Member

since 2001-12-09

Posts 633
FL USA

2 posted 2006-03-02 05:18 PM

I adore this, and also how the country-boy comes through your writing. I used to live near a place quite like the one you describe. People said it was haunted. I thought it was gorgeous - wisteria and honeysuckle everywhere - and a fence with no gate. It had seven graves in it, none of the stones readable. My how you make my memories come alive!

Caroline

He who wants a rose must respect the thorn.
- Persian Proverb

iliana
Member Patricius

since 2003-12-05

Posts 13434
USA

3 posted 2006-03-02 07:03 PM

Beautiful, Uriah! It may sound weird, but maybe not to you, but I used to spend my lunch hour at a cemetary on the west side of Houston. It was not negligected or overgrown, but it certainly was a peaceful place to commune with nature. I can just imagine the spot you described so wonderfully.

...jo

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