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What is Your PLeasure?
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What is Your PLeasure? |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania 
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What is Your Pleasure? (A walk in the woods) What is your pleasure, what do you desire? Why do the wooded hills your spirit please? You walk just as you did in ages prior Disappearing in among the trees Are you the one who stops to hear the sounds To take a breath of earthy forest scent To witness deer-print on the softened ground Or follow creature paw the way it went? Are you the one who leaves the trodden way Stepping over log and shaded fern To find a newness on an April day Discovering the joy of spirit's yearn? When lost among the song of meadow lark How do you finally make your homeward way? By mossy green on northern edge of bark? Or filtered sun that points a fingered ray? What is your pleasure, what do you desire? In sorrow and in grief you disappear And walk the wooded acres to inspire A soul that's filled with anguish and with fear You ask what is my pleasure in this strife? -To find the things of great intrinsic worth -To hear again the orchestra of life -To breathe again the essence of the earth Elizabeth Santos |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
What is my pleasure? That's easy....reading anything by you! Another well done piece of work  |
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whiskey
since 1999-12-28
Posts 1278Australia |
This was my pleasure a wonderful poem Liz but then all of your poerty is great |
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moonmoon Member
since 1999-08-13
Posts 277TX , USA |
It was indeed a pleasure.. |
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Femme's Father Member
since 1999-10-30
Posts 58Carrollton, TX, USA |
Now you've gone and did it! Made me homesick. I didn't think anyone else but I loved and knew about the smells of the woods and the sweet sounds of the forest silence except me! Especially a lady..Wow! You painted such a picture of memories for me. I have lived in N.W. Ark. all my life until last spring when I moved to Dallas for a while{I hope]. I miss the essence of nature there more than anything else. People who live in concrete cities will never know what God gave them to enjoy..Thank you for the reminder again. You must be as fragrant as nature itself to express "the moss on the north-side of the bark, wow, I am impressed that you know this. May God bless you Liz! james david |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Balladeer, Whiskey and Moonmoon, Glad it gave you pleasure. Thank you Liz James, There is no place like the woods. I have hiked them since I was very young. Of course, you must know about the moss, otherwise, how would you know your direction on a cloudy day? . If you sit still long enough it does become an orchestra of life. Glad you liked the poem. Thank you for your kind comment Liz |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Very nice, my friend. I, too, love a walk in the woods or the swamp. You know this Cherokee loves walking the forest without disturbing anything. Breathing in the essence of nature. Thank you for a vivid picture. Love ~Marge~ |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Elizabeth, Sorry I found you on page three. Today that's where natures left to be. We must be visiting the same tide, For I too wrote a poem of a hillside. Your poem is exquiste as all of your work Love Sy |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
I absolutely love walking in the woods...brought some pleasant thoughts to mind |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Marge and Hoot Your answers don't surprise me. I would assume as such. Thank you for your kind comments Liz Sy, Seems our minds are syncronized To forest leaf and ocean tides Love ya, Liz |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
I grew up with the wilds as my playground - and they still hold my heart - they and the ocean for I was lucky to have both in my little slice of Paradise. This poem is a gift Liz. Thankyou for it. K |
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SnglDad Member
since 2000-01-08
Posts 115Seattle area |
Mabey it`s because im new at this,but there seems to be alot of feelings in these writings.This is one that i can relate to. Thank you for sharing this.This is the first of your`s that i have read (because im new here)and I look forward to reading any more that you have written. God Bless |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
A lovely walk in your mind Liz that pulls so much beauty from around that I feel I have been there while sitting in this chair. In the dew of little things, the heart finds its morning and is refreshed. (ee cummings) |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Kamla, We are fortunate to have a traquility that we can always visit in our minds, Thanks, dear Liz SnglDad Thank you for your very kind comments and welcome! Liz Martie, Thanks for visiting my woods It's a very peaceful place Liz |
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HelmutB Senior Member
since 2000-01-06
Posts 964Canada |
This is very good and yes I like to walk through wood' But staying here online to long all the trees perhaps are gone so I shall log off and step outside to see if trees are there or if there hide If trees are there I will be back And stare again here at my Nec Yery nice poem I like it The ability to describe life with words is similar to painting a picture; both can be powerful tools. |
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