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Morning Walk
Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2004 10:46 am
by Jassmine(SO)
I walk through the woods
On a fresh dew kissed morn
Surrounded by serenity
I gaze at the splendor all around
Towering Maple, Elm, Oak
Lilacs and honesuckles
Splash color amongst the green
Giant ferns so amazing to behold
Wildflowers poke up their heads
From beneath the fallen leaves
I gaze at the splendor all around
Surrounded by serenity
Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2004 11:07 am
by CJ
Hi all,
Jassmine,
You have an awesome eye and a great feeling for nature. That poem is like a magical clearing for me, a city gal surrounded by concrete and glass and the sounds of busy bustling. For a few precious moments, you've surrounded me with serenity. Thanks.
Love,
CJ
Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2004 3:58 pm
by Loretta Ann
Ah yes dear,
But yet another opportunity to appreciate the rose's of life.
Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2004 8:25 pm
by Jassmine(SO)
Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2004 3:22 pm
by Lorna
Hi Jassmine,
Beautiful poem, sweetie!!
Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2004 10:50 am
by Jassmine(SO)
Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2004 11:35 pm
by Virginia
Once upon a time I was an archer, i.e., bowhunter by avocation. One morning, it was very foggy as I tipped -toed down a logging trail I was vaguely familiar with. I came to a fork in the trail where a hugh Oak Tree resided. I leaned against the tree to wait for the fog to lift as I could not see five yards in front or anywhere around me. As I stood there contemplating the absolute silence of the wood, I began to hear a slight crunching noise- the dispursement of sound in the fog??? From which direction was it coming? what was it? a squirrel, another slayer, a bear, just the dew falling? I finally decided it was coming from down the trail, past the oak I was holding up. Holding my bow behind me, I ever so stealthily eased my face around the tree closer and closer to a view down the trail -immediately I was nose to nose with the noise maker, a big beautiful, blonde colored doe - our noses were less than two inches apart. Behind her were five other ladies, all had frozen in their tracks awaiting their leader's reaction. What seemed like minutes but only seconds, we stared into each others eyes, then in a move only a deer can produce all six of them seemed to vanish and in almost total silence!
I have not gone bowhunting since! What an experience!
Virginia
Posted: Wed Sep 22, 2004 12:13 am
by Tea Cake
What a great story to pair with Jassmine's beautiful poem-----
I love this splash of color against the green!
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Tea Cake
Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2004 6:24 pm
by Jassmine(SO)
Howdy Virginia
Beautiful story
Thank you for sharing it
*Hugs & Love*
Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2004 6:26 pm
by Jassmine(SO)
Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2004 11:18 pm
by Kristen
Virginia, Wow, It really makes you wonder what was going thru that doe's mind. Wow, terrific story. thanks .............Kristen
Thank you, both for your sweet comments:oops: 