Unleash (Two Poems)

 Wylie

Unleashed

Leading the way

Protecting her herd

Dog gone wild

Tail in the air

Nose to the ground

Dog gone wild

Woods to roam

Scents to sniff

Running and panting

Dog gone wild

People to greet

With a lick and a wag

Animals to chase

Waters to test

Dog gone wild

Trails to run

Bridges to cross

Sticks to fetch

Dreams to live

Dog gone wild

 

“Lost Boat” by Silvia

 

 

 

The Lighthouse

I call my children of the sea

To come home safely to me

I beckon them with open arm

And warn them of imminent harm

In the harbor I await

In me rests their fate

I relay signals with my lights

guiding them in dark of nights

When the air is foggy and thick

I send sound to reach them quick

But even in the light of day

Things happen out of my way

An uncontrollable crash of wave

my very own I’m unable to save

I cry to my lost children of the sea

To please come home safely to me

 

 

 

Trading In The Seven Sins

Can we not see ourselves as we are?

Must we compare with one another?

We are selfish and vain,

competing to be first,

to see what we may gain.

If we can just take a stand

and stomp this thing called pride,

maybe we can learn to live humbly.

 

If we can learn to live without expectations,

if we can learn to love without conditions,

if we can stop wanting more than our fair share,

if we can stop worrying about who has more,

and stop greed in it’s place,

if we can put aside differences and just care;

maybe we will posses hearts of generosity.

 

The green eyed monster lives today.

He lives in the hearts of many.

If we can be happy for the success of all,

and walk away from envy and resentment,

if we can just open our hearts;

love will heal us all

 

Why must we be so quick to anger?

So willing to lash out at others?

If we could only curb the appetite of wrath

and deal with a tender approach,

if we will treat others with compassion,

kindness, patience, and gentleness;

we will live in a state of grace.

 

 

If we can separate our wants and needs

and control desires that burn within,

we can stop coveting what is not ours

and be satisfied with what we have.

When we learn to suffocate the lust,

and look deep within our very souls

we will find that we are worthwhile.

 

If we can learn to balance life’s pleasures

and stop doing it all in excess,

We will learn that less is more.

When we replace gluttony with temperance,

we will be satisfied, at peace.

 

If we are unwilling to work for what we have,

we are undeserving of life’s greatest rewards.

When the world lets go of apathy,

we can begin to live with passion.

Because to not care, to not stand for anything

is truly no way to live.

When we trade sloth for zeal,

we are on our way to a beautiful world.

Theme is “The Seven Sins”.

…And She Rocks

Prompt is “lonely”.

…And She Rocks

She merely goes through the motions

Minutes into hours, drift into the sea

And she warms her soul with

Cup after cup of steaming tea

And she rocks her heart like a baby

In case tomorrow never comes

Crooked fingers deal out solitaire

As she bids her time day after day

She relies on the past, memories

To chase her enemy, lonely, away

And she rocks her heart like a baby

In case tomorrow never comes

At night she stacks the stars

Building a tower to the moon

Hoping to find him in the heavens

So she can be with him soon

And she rocks her heart like a baby

In case tomorrow never comes

Her hair has thinned to a soft grey

And her tears no longer flow

Her voice, a crackling whisper

Of days that move too slow

And she rocks her heart like a baby

Hoping tomorrow never comes

The Grand Design

Glistening surface, once smooth as glass

Ripples and whirls in the shifting wind

Wave upon crashing wave erases the past

Lines, mounds, and holes until they blend

 

Grains of rock and coral limestone

Imprinted by webs, hoofs, and toes

Seaweed, shell, driftwood, and bone

And other marks only the Creator knows

 

Sea in foam and air, zesty taste of brine

Sunlight shimmers from water to sand

Illuminating intricacies of His grand design

Shadows dance and stretch upon the land

 

Trails, trickles, and pools of water traces

Scribbles we mark upon the timeless sand

A work of artistry upon these open spaces

Spilled from the pen of the Great hand

 

These simple etchings of perpetual time

Are they messages across the great divide

Or some universal picturesque rhyme?

Or is it nothing more than time and tide?

 

An entry for One Shot Wednesday.

Tribute To The Inspiring Oak Tree At Oak Ridge

Courtesy of Dirt Man, taken about 1980.

 Ode To The Oak

Once upon a gravel road, now paved

prevails the symbol of Nelson strength;

Of love, courage, and hope engraved

upon the lives of the county’s length.

We acorns, to the wind, were tossed

as you stood guard upon the hill.

Some returned, some remain lost.

Still, alone you await in the field.

You stood for independence and rights

long before the declaration had been signed.

You flourished and soared to great heights

as your world and people redesigned.

Your mighty limbs sway with wind,

soaking tears of rain and warmth of sun,

and pull back into a prayerful bend

when the moon says the day is done.

In Celtic myth you are a tree of doors,

a gateway between another time or place.

To Soldiers returning from various wars

you were the salutation of a warm embrace.

In times that we could only frown,

you served as our Gilead’s balm.

You let us lay our burdens down

and returned us to the calm.

You’ve held our secrets and our dreams

in the heart of your hollowed soul.

Humble grandeur which one esteems

radiates from that verdant knoll.

The one far too young to say good bye

is in repose beneath the earthen floor.

Gazing upon a bright star filled sky,

he rests and dreams for evermore.

Seasons will invariably change

as the years continue to march on.

People and scenery will rearrange,

and life as it is will one day be gone.

For now you stand tall, broad, and strong.

You remain our tree of ageless grace.

What you symbolize is for what we long

with your timeless mark upon our place.

Is this not a magnificent tree or what?

Check out how massive this base is!

The limbs are larger than most tree trunks!

Many of the limbs are touching the ground and continuing to grow upward.

The Oak tree at Oak Ridge has been an icon for generations of Nelsonians. This majestic tree is the spirit of it’s people. It is an epitome of their strength and endurance. We have looked at this tree for hope, independence, and the possibility of all that life has to offer.

I don’t know the story of the Oak tree from the beginning of it’s time. I do know that in 1979, the Forestry division did an increment bore which determined the tree to be half hollow and well over 225 years old. That puts it well over 256 years. It is massive, gnarly, and stately.

If you grew up in Nelson County, you most likely have a story about this tree. This mighty Oak may have inspired you. You might have skipped school and swung by there or partied there one night. You might have made out, made up, or broke up beneath the cover of those monumental limbs. This tree might have been privy to the secrets you shared or the dreams you dared to dream. If only this tree could tell us the story of all it’s children, the stories that you and I lived beneath it’s watchful eyes and protective arms.

Though this sits on the private property of a grand estate, it stands alone and welcomes all who pass by. Owners past and present have shared this treasure with us. When we see the tree, we know we are home. This tree ties me to all I’ve ever been, reminds me of who I am now, and encourages me to be all that I can. The saying is that you can take a girl out of the country but you can’t take the country out of the girl…I rectify that to you can take a girl out of the county (Nelson) but you can’t take the county out of the girl.

Child Under Tree by Rockwell Kent, painted 1956 (This is the same Oak Tree)

Same Oak Tree as appears in Remarkable Trees Of Virginia

This is an entry for One Shot Wednesday.

An Autumn Song

 I am the crisp breeze

that splatters your soul

with myriad hues of scarlet and gold.

 

I am a cantata of leaves

that serenade and cajole

with words unspoken, secrets untold.

 

I am the pitter and patter

of soft falling rain

upon the brown decaying ground.

 

I am the heart of the matter,

the joy and pain

of all this green, life once found.

 

I am past summer’s end;

not quite winter’s death,

but life’s chosen state of rest.

 

I am the gentle bend

of that exhilarating breath

reaching nature’s vibrant crest.

 

I beckon you to wait and see

for all that is to come and be

This is my entry for One Hot Wednesday.

Precipice

This is my entry for One Shot Wednesday. This was inspired by Linda’s post Stepping Back From The Edge.

 

Precipice

Standing on the edge

I listen to the song of life

whipping through the tree limbs

And I wonder if time is eternal

It is the same distance up as it is down

All seems smaller looking down

The exhilaration is greater at the top

And going down can be easier than the climb

But would the view from the top be nearly as great

had I not endured the climb up

From the bottom, obstacles met me head on

I got smacked in the face by tree limbs

the very ones that sing so sweetly

And I slipped upon the rocks

the very ones upon which this mountain sits

Standing on the edge

I am in awe of the vastness that surrounds me

I am a part of God’s glorious canvas

And he has chosen me to live this day

So I listen to this hymn of life

of all above and below me

And I am humbled

I am

Standing on the edge

Living Simply Is Not Simply Living

 

I found this on the back on a bench when we were biking at Back Bay Wildlife Refuge. I was instantly intrigued. This is exactly why I like to get out in the middle of nature. I went home and googled this ” Desiderata” to find that this quote is from a famous poem. In fact the poem is often divided into twelves quotes as a credo to living a simple positive life.

“Desiderata” means “things that are yearned for” or “desired things” in Latin. In the context of this poem it refers to essential things.

This poem was written by Max Ehrmann (1827-1945) in 1927. It did not become popular until after his death. After his death his widow published a few volumes of his poetry. Until today, I had not heard of him or read any of his work. How on earth had I not run across this brilliant man before now? At any rate, I read some online. His work is incredible. His poetry is both spiritual and inspirational. I will certainly be in search of more of his material. I am thankful I ran across these words today. I am sad to report that I could not find any information on Graphred Evans, but I thank  him as apparently he was inspired by him or just by nature and Ehrmann’s words resonated his life. May they both rest in peace. Here is the complete poem.

Desiderata

By: Max Ehrmann

 Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible, without surrender,
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even to the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons;
they are vexatious to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs,
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love,
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment,
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life,
keep peace in your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.