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WindWalker
Senior Member

since 2001-10-12

Posts 1218

0 posted 2001-11-07 12:11 PM

Echoes of Life

When I see the squirrels
gather hazel nuts in an orchard;
salmon struggling up a swirling stream;
the sun streaming over alpine flowers;
an eagle soaring, a pin-point on the horizon;
the thunder storm replenishing streams;
people interacting with each other;

When I hear waves crashing
against an ancient rocky shore;
hear the rustling of cottonwood leaves
as I stand on a hill over the city;
when I hear a gull’s cry overhead;
or observe people talking and laughing
at a sidewalk café near by;

When a soft breeze ruffles my hair
as I cross a tree-lined boulevard;
when I enjoy the sun’s warmth on my skin
or feel the touch of another in times of need;

All of this and so much more
reminds me of the beauty of Earth;
how privileged I am
to have experienced just one colorful sunrise;
to have made love, just once, under the roots
of a big old tree on the banks of a river:
to be one of the echoes of life.

Enchantress
Member Empyrean

since 2001-08-14

Posts 35113
Canada eh.

1 posted 2001-11-07 01:09 PM

All of this and so much more
reminds me of the beauty of Earth;
how privileged I am
to have experienced just one colorful sunrise;
to have made love, just once, under the roots
of a big old tree on the banks of a river:
to be one of the echoes of life.
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WindWalker, this is very beautiful and so full of great images!!
I loved it all, including the strong finish, which completed it very nicely.
Well done!
~hugs, Nancy~

~I've loved you forever, in lifetimes before.~

Marge Tindal

Member Empyrean

since 1999-11-06

Posts 42384
Florida's Foreverly Shores

2 posted 2001-11-07 01:10 PM

WindWalker~

'how privileged I am
to have experienced just one colorful sunrise;
to have made love, just once, under the roots
of a big old tree on the banks of a river:
to be one of the echoes of life.'

You've written a little slice of my heart~
Thank you so much for sharing this beauty~
*Hugs*
~*Marge*~

~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~
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