Poems: Abodeback to poem listing
When traversing the open expanse looking ahead
I stopped, thought a bit, then turned my head.
Smelling the air, hearing the birds,
feeling quite giddy, nearly absurd.
I again moved my feet quite quickly this time,
to get to my abode, the area that is mine.
I scooted along, without much care,
the sun setting in my eyes, the wind in my hair.
All I felt was the grass, all I saw were the skies.
I felt I'd found what won every beauty prize;
nature at it's best was nothing to lose,
never take it for granted, please never abuse.
Mein heim came into view, it's windows looked cold.
The sun was setting, the profile: bold.
I stopped short right there, looking acute,
elation was abound, everything: moot.
Again I felt there was beauty in everything,
the house, the ground, the sky... the spring.
As I clambered inside, dramatic it was,
the domicile was empty, nothing abuzz.
I cleaned myself up, I climbed into bed
and very soon to me, the world was dead.
but beauty was not, my dreams filled the space
between my ears, with all Spring's grace.
So from well inside my humble abode,
my castle, my fortress I grow ever old.
My dreams never cease, the beauty resides
not only in space, but so true in my mind.
So every Spring I must ramble on,
for the beauty that nature is, before it's gone. |
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