Sanctus Est

“Reading about nature is fine, but if a person walks in the woods and listens carefully, he can learn more than what is in books, for they speak with the voice of God.” - G.W. Carver

Monday, August 22, 2005

Poetry corner!

Both poems written by me 18/08/05.
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Wondering Gypsy

I feel like the leaves of Autumn,
Blown to and fro, unknown where and when I'll land.
Turning all the colours of the sun,
Happy yellow, uncertain orange, tearstained red.

A lone gysy wondering the land,
wondering though life,
while others come and go.
Like a leaf, a gypsy wondering alone.

A season for everything:
Birth, life, wondering and dying.
Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter.
Like a leaf floating in Autumn,
The Gypsey walks but doesn't settle.

The great tree stands,
still and calm, steady as a rock,
There with open arms,
Even while floating,
I know it's there.

A gypsy sees it when passing,
but still wondering.
She is in Autumn.
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Réalta

The stars at night,
steady and true,
sparkling and guiding,
peaceful, amazing.

Many a ship has been steared to safety.
Many a pilgrim seeking the way has gazed.
Many a lounger looking upwards at beauty.
Many an ancient looking for guidence.

The moon highlight's the stars' beauty.
Over land or water, the stars hold steady.

In a world of change a glimpse of eternity.

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