Another Poem

This week I have been working on a poem which I wrote in memory of a part of our farm. This place is by our pond where I like to visit alone. I've tried to capture a picture in my mind, and hope that it can do the same to you. 

Wilderness Song!

Where the water splashes crookedly

On rock, stone, or moss,

And a sound from the tree above,

And a crack from a twig beneath.

As I stand there the rock crumbles and falls

From the edge of the clay filled cliff,

The wind strokes the rocky shore,

And the sun beats like never before.

I stand in the midst of beauty,

Declining light and wildness,

Pure light from the heavens

Pours forth from cloudy sky,

And for the last time it brings

That warm and open feeling, of light. 

The birds swing for the last time

Making sounds of movement,

While the heron flies out from the edge

Of the glory of the water.

Dusk approaches rapidly

Calling all to their rest,

Away, away is called this day

The last of light has come. 

The day closes with a flash of light,

and then all darkness, still.

This our glory call...

This is our wilderness of song!


Here are some other poems that I have written.