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WindWalker
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0 posted 2006-11-29 12:33 PM


A squirrel gathers nuts in a sun-filled glade;
salmon struggles up a swirling stream;
the sun streams down over bluebells and chocolate lilies;
two eagles soar: pin-points on a blue horizon;
a Summer storm replenishes mountain streams;
and somewhere, waves crash against a rocky shore
and cottonwood leaves rustle in a midday breeze.

The cry of a gull comes from the shimmering skies
– in August they return from the sea –
and a raven soars by, diving wildly
to disappear somewhere below a rocky ridge;
a brown fox dances in the kinnikinnick
and red paintbrushes tremble in the breeze.

These images of the planet I hold sacred
even as one of millions of unseen faces
under the ever-spreading canopy of the city
whose smoggy breath forever hides the stars –
the city, where no one looks up anymore
except those still mesmerized by her neon gods.

Yet even here, in the great inferno, life thrives:
people talk and laugh at sidewalk cafés;
impromptu gardens drape balconies and window sills;
rock doves in iridescent plumage flap their wings
and trees still grow, surrounded in concrete and steel
and like humans, learn to breathe the poisonous fumes
of an endless flow of passing traffic...

‘Ah well, all is fine,’ I find myself thinking
as a soft breeze suddenly ruffles my hair
as I run across a tree-lined boulevard;
when the sun breaks through between highrises
to touch my skin as in my days in the mountains.

All of this reminds me of the beauty of Earth;
how privileged I am just to be;
to have experienced one colorful sunrise;
to have made love, if only once,
between the roots of a big old tree:
to be one of the undying echoes of life.

© Copyright 2006 Sharran WindWalker - All Rights Reserved
ThisDiamond
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since 2002-02-22
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Michigan, USA
1 posted 2006-11-29 12:40 PM


What imagery you paint, with such perfect stroke...word by word, taking this reader to into your eyes...to see.

Superb!

MsSouthernOrchid
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2 posted 2006-11-29 12:48 PM


You pen such wonderful graphic images I almost feel like I am there. You seem to see only the beauty of nature amidst the concret and buildings of the city. What a lovely thing that is!
LeeJ
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3 posted 2006-11-29 02:18 PM


this was absolutely marvelous...very much enjoyed
Margherita
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Eternity
4 posted 2006-11-29 03:09 PM


and trees still grow, surrounded in concrete and steel
and like humans, learn to breathe the poisonous fumes
of an endless flow of passing traffic...


... this thought crosses my mind every day when I drive to work among beautiful trees who resist!

Wonderful poem, totally after my heart.

Love,
Margherita

The Lady
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since 2005-12-26
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The Southwest
5 posted 2006-11-29 05:00 PM




if all you had written was
kinnikinnick
you would have had me
in the palm of your hand
but no...
you wrote all those other words too

going back to read them again

Interloper
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Deep in the heart
6 posted 2006-11-30 09:16 AM


Wonderful

Poet, said my Muse to me, look in thy heart and write.

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