a big back yard of forever
up a rivierbank under a white, oak tree
a place to sit, to think, to wonder
to be alone, to be a philosopher
no cell phones, no computers,
just sky and imagination
thoughts and feelings
and a chance for anybody
who wants to just be
It doesn't matter if I see them
if they see me
we're rocks
we're grass
we're fireflies
we're flowers
we're stars
we're the underside of leaves
we're bark on the white oak tree
we're together
with our dancing shoes
letting each other be
—me strauss Letting me be
9 comments:
sounds like a wonderful place to just be :0)
(hugs)
Ji mergrl
you can come here any time. We'll have a picnic and look up at the sky though the trees.
((hugs))
A lovely poem, fills me with peace just reading it.
I wanna come too. You know it.
Aaaaaaaaaaaagggh, I am so frapping stressed, thanks Liz I needed to borrow some of your peace today.
Thank you, thank you, thank you again for the technical help, you saved my blog again, and me from pulling all of my hair out. I would look ridiculous bald...well, more ridiculous.
How many times can Lori over use the word again in one message? Too many...
Hi rain,
I wrote this about my blog. It's the all the reasons that I started my blog and here we are together in my backyard, letting each other be.
Ahhh Lori,
You are too hard on my friend, Lori. She is bright like sunshine and giving like rain. She makes me feel special and like I have something special inside. She brings me up when I don't feel so good. Lori's a genuine one.
A defender of freedom and free thought a pacifist and tolerant person, I guess.
I still like to visit your place.
A significant poem !
Wish you a happy time writting here...
Hi Cristina
I don't fight much. I stand aside and let things occur as they should. Somehow they most often do. I guess that doesn't make me a defender, but a professor. :)
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