Oh those hills!
The pristine air
life without care
is how life used to be
There was time enough to wake to the sound
of sweet birds singing on the tree
Life then,not so long ago
was absolutely free
The morning walks on the mountain road
watching donkeys carry their load
The river so fresh, gurgling downstream
in torrents of sweet release,
as the Sun wakes up the sleeping flowers
from their night of ease.
The moving mist hangs in the air
over the wooden bridge
but times have changed,
life rearranged to meet the pressing needs
The life i lived and used to know
is now but all gone
The gurgling stream now sends a shiver
as it's now a muddy river,
and hills are scratched and ravaged too,
their colour now muddy hue , no longer a vibrant blue.
The birds too,are quiet on early morns
as haze and smog fill the early dawn.
Now I turn to the mountain there,
look at its shaven face so bare
ravaged by man's open greed,
nature lies wounded to bleed
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Once Again
Once again you capture a moment and understanding I also share.
Let all who read no matter their age take and remember this moment for if you sit and look at it years from now you too will see the wounds of change. Change is no light thing like a feather in the air. Neither is it all stones that plummet to the ground. For those who submit to truth your very essence is changed. Some beyond recognition as what they once where, and some have qualities that have stood out from the start. And these wounds that come do not all lead to death or illness but wellness and life abundant. Another illustration we all find is those who teach us as a child. Did they not try their best to teach us something so well we can, recall it, perform it, complete it, model it and teach it. And here as we put aside time and again what we thought we knew we found the joy of growth. And yet to learn how to be exactly as those that taught us gives us this model that the teacher is the rock that doesn't change and we the student conforms through obedience to the example so that the next generation might know what came before them and that which is the source of all success.
Thank you once again for this piece I especially like the part about the sun waking up the sleeping flowers. Not sure why I wrote what I wrote must be a little tired except to say the youth of this generation need to know the beauty of wide open spaces and nature in its full splendor for the days ahead may cover each veiling the inheritance of hopes and dreams, some that came from before us.
Ansel
Ansel
Thank you for your read and comment,its always nice to hear from you...i agree with what you write...some changes are good as you put it and others not so...i am just happy that you liked this poem...
Man is the most dangerous animal on the planet
mimi,
Your sentiments in this piece went from serene to downright mean in short order and for good reason. The corruption of everything beautiful in the chase for the almighty buck is gut wrenching and indefensible. The passion you showed in this piece helped you to overcome a few weak spots in the piece. Remember, I have a standing offer to discuss anything by email.
You can't go home again,
Pete
Pete
Thank you for your comment...and thank you for reading.Did you see the changes in the yellow rasp berries?,it reads better..as and when you have the time,do let me have your suggestions
mimi
No problem
mimi,
Would you prefer that I make my recommendations via email rather than in the comment box on the site?
Pete
pete
you could email me or send me suggestions in the box,it doesn't really matter.you do what you are comfertable with
Oh Those Hills
Conflicting emotions and loads of thuth as life evolves.Such a strong finish I agree with all your sentiments.
An enjoyable read for me. Thank you
brighttack
thank you for going thru my
thank you for going thru my blog...i appreciate your comment