Nature's Lullaby

Nature's Lullaby

A Poem by Judy Ponceby

Up the hill behind gramma's house
Is a natural playground.
Filled with may apples and trillium in the spring,
Bouncing squirrels and deer in rut in the fall.

If you sit quietly alone at the foot of a tree,
You will hear Nature share her song with you.

Wind soughs through the oak and sycamore branches
An occasional limb will crack like a gun shot.
After awhile an adventurous squirrel or two
Scurry down the hickory and walnut trees
And bounce through dry crackling leaves
Searching for acorns.
Tinkling sounds of a nearby brook
With water gurgling over worn rounded stones
hit the high notes of this beautiful song.

Finding comfort against the tree trunk just let
Nature's lullaby release the mind from worry,
soothe the spirit, and tend the heart.

© 2011 Judy Ponceby


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This actually transported me: so vivid and evocative. I especially liked the third stanza.

Posted 13 Years Ago


This was enticing and soothing--and,as usual, high quality.
(Seems like kind of a waste, though. I figure you could probably have made at least a half-dozen of those Japanese thingies out of this. Just sayin'.)
Another great poem, Judy.

Posted 13 Years Ago


In nature is where you can touch your soul.

Posted 13 Years Ago


My best days have been deep into mountains and forest. No better place to be. To have the peace and quiet of nature to give us calm. I loved the description in your poem. You took me on a good field trip in your words. A outstanding poem.
Coyote

Posted 13 Years Ago


This was beyond a lovely poem! Theres so much beauty to be found within moments and nature, the only constant scerenity! Again, lovely poem!

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Judy Ponceby
Judy Ponceby

Swanton, OH



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