AND SO IT GOES
Posted: Sat May 23, 2015 10:50 am
AND SO IT GOES ... Maureen Clifford © The #ScribblyBark Poet
Feast your eye on the vision splendid
of green grass, lush and soft.
Acres and acres of it - where
sheep and deer graze together
in utter contentment and serenity.
Small lambs frisk and play.
A willy willy meanders across the paddock,
then falls to ground in a puff of red dust
and a scatter of dry leaves and grasses.
Smell the breath of roses – faint,
and the stronger scent of wattle.
The ironbark and yellow box are in full bloom.
See the native bee busy collecting nectar
from the red flower of the prickly pear ,
whose sharp spines worry him not at all.
Beneath a blue sky festooned with white clouds
my Kestrel - Joy hangs,seemingly suspended
wind hovering,drifting on the currents
and thermals – Natures smallest raptor
Hear her call – short and sharp –
but no Jack answers her as she searches for food.
And as you sit, amidst the red termite mounds,
and xanthorrheas – wondering
about the granite boulders that are scattered
across this place like a giants marbles -
do you sense the soul of suffering
other stone dreamers – the ancient ones,
who perhaps also sat in this same place
eons ago?.
Feast your eye on the vision splendid
of green grass, lush and soft.
Acres and acres of it - where
sheep and deer graze together
in utter contentment and serenity.
Small lambs frisk and play.
A willy willy meanders across the paddock,
then falls to ground in a puff of red dust
and a scatter of dry leaves and grasses.
Smell the breath of roses – faint,
and the stronger scent of wattle.
The ironbark and yellow box are in full bloom.
See the native bee busy collecting nectar
from the red flower of the prickly pear ,
whose sharp spines worry him not at all.
Beneath a blue sky festooned with white clouds
my Kestrel - Joy hangs,seemingly suspended
wind hovering,drifting on the currents
and thermals – Natures smallest raptor
Hear her call – short and sharp –
but no Jack answers her as she searches for food.
And as you sit, amidst the red termite mounds,
and xanthorrheas – wondering
about the granite boulders that are scattered
across this place like a giants marbles -
do you sense the soul of suffering
other stone dreamers – the ancient ones,
who perhaps also sat in this same place
eons ago?.