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Validating Remnants
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Validating Remnants |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
I drove the gravel Now beginning to whiten From the drizzled white flakes And watched the fading light Grabbed in gnarled fingers By trees bent in break During last years icy onslaught. The 30 or so blue black turkey Eating remnants of corn harvest Paid no mind to the dim, Nor me, But the deer further down Threw white flags high And bounded Wary. Unsophisticated these pleasures Of watching Redtail sit in wait Or a Harris soar just above tall grass Searching for a last meal To hold frigid at bay But, Perhaps I need to know I saw these vestiges of wild Among cultivated, civilized To validate the same In me. [This message has been edited by Cpat Hair (02-10-2003 01:54 PM).] |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
I like it Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Ron--For me too, to get back to the elemental, is to see part of myself. Introspective thoughts, and lovely imagery combine for a good read.  |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Unsophisticated these pleasures Of watching Redtail sit in wait Or a Harris soar just above tall grass Searching for a last meal To hold frigid at bay But, Perhaps I need to know I saw these vestiges of wild Among cultivated, civilized To validate the same In me. =========================== we seem to have been of the same thought this weekend..I drove to the river yesterday morn, I just needed to be by water... it was so cold my ears went numb...but the hawks, wild turkey and deer I saw were worth it...as was the beauty of the white barked birches and cottonwood trees, their winter starkness stands out so lovely against the back drop of the pines and their dark barked brothers. And then there is the sound of the water...the current in motion... Mother Nature is one hell of a poet  |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
WOW!! Between the wonderful imagery in this post.. and Janet Marie's reply...my mind is full of fantastic images...wonderful write Captain. ~Hugs & Smiles~ ~ Trace my body with your words.. |
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jellybeans Member Elite
since 2000-10-13
Posts 2298 |
ah.....this explains my lacking....not enough mother nature...my only time alone is on a 30 minute commute....and rofg...not too many deer or turkey hang out by the side of a busy highway...... wonderful imagery...wonderful thoughts, leading to an ending worth pondering  |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I was picking at remnants myself, yesterday, driving north, from visiting the south... noticed that the hawks were pairing, and thought... spring. It was a good sign. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Thank you. It's always a stimulating pleasure to travel with you. |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
You certainly painted a picture with this poem! The imagery is so vivid!!  |
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regards2you Member Elite
since 2002-10-01
Posts 3940California |
Ron, The imagery so good in this I find it relaxing. I like: "But the deer further down Threw white flags high and bounded" I did re-read and it does leave a calming frame of mind and mood. That life could be this simple. And, you proved, sometimes it is. Thank you, enjoyed, Pat ..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.. |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
As I have mentioned before, you can learn a lot from watching 'deer. |
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