Eagles Perch At Harps Bend

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D.Lester Young
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since 2001-12-08

Posts 1219
Austin, Tx

0 posted 2002-08-04 09:26 PM

The stream wanders around several bends
In the valley between the mountain ranges
In one bend called Harps Bend
Pristine waters ripple over slippery rocks
Creating hypnotic trances
Where you lose your mind in contemplation

In a walk of wildflowers the land opens up its beauty
Here lie tree logs at intervals where butterflies dance
In the color of your imagination blending in gentle harmony
Humming birds dart around with their jet engines
Drinking up natures sweet nectar

Walking further you come on a narrowing
Into a sheer cliff called Eagles Perch
In a crag in the rocks above mating eagles
Who have kept watch here undisturbed for eons
In a cave a third of the way up
Lies the view that dreams come from

From this view the sun awakes in brilliance
To set against the foliage of golden tones at night
When the skies shimmer in billions of candle lights
Blanketing the universe in a peaceful serene whisper
Where the campfire can be heard crackling with the sparks of life
Here my mind created fantasies that slew mad dragons
Within paradises so vivid they were almost real

In the morning ritual of climbing down
Meeting another trail sloping with a steep incline
Opening up a little later into a waterfall overhang
In a lush garden where the spirit is undressed in such purity
That rejuvenation is possible in exhilaration
In such a great feeling that the heavens enter
Your soul in your independence of thought

This place is so perfect that every path leads to euphoria
In the warmth of your creativity expanding beyond its limits
Into the highest possible awareness of your inner being
Coming to flower within your own possibilities
As the Eagle spirit flies within your words of originality

Let all writers add trails to this universe
So they can escape the brutality of reality
From time to time to recharge their spontaneity
For the spirit in real life
Must fly so unhindered
If it must revive humanity
Like in the bosom of a mother’s love
For the baby in us must seek its tranquil destiny

POEM: Napkin Writer – About those pieces of paper that poets use as love notes to thoughts. Not Posted
POEM: Renewal Of The Vows - About the very special that some have in repeating the love shared. Not Posted

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D.Lester Young (08/04/02)
Tuscaloosa, AL
Copyright © D.Lester Young (White Eagle poetry)

skyshine

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since 2002-02-07

Posts 3058
Beneath the northern stars

1 posted 2002-08-04 11:00 PM

Just gorgeous, I wish I had a place like this to escape to every once in a while. Very descriptive and well done.

~sky

You look inside my wild mind
never knowing what you'll find
still I want you all the time
yeah I do
'cause you get me
~Michelle Branch

Diane Coway
Member

since 2002-08-01

Posts 61
USA

2 posted 2002-08-05 03:45 PM

Lovely.I love nature so much. My favorite is the beach..the power of the ocean. But I also love all of nature, for as a child my friend and I ran free through the woods; we ran over and under barrebed wire, over the stream and were just totally into the woods. We pretended we were wild stalions running through life without a care.
Loved your poem.
Diane Coway
I hope to read more of them.

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