Kilroy Was HereA Poem by PeteWe can never have enough of Nature because Nature is not something to have — it is something we are. - Thoreauin the cool of eventide 'pon my bike on the old, paved-over rail trail littered with acorns on which i travel i pass through pristine woods where the silence is earsplitting as played out rays of sun sashay between guileless trees a treacly aroma induces olfactory pleasures somewhere nearby must be a patch of wild berries, maybe grapevines bearing their late summer bounty old, moss-covered, stone walls mark the spent claims of men long since laid to rest and now fertilizer lillypads float innocently in the wetlands where a majestic egret is dining leisurely frogs warming up for an evening serenade a farm's field holds summer's last crop the air so fresh it almost breathes itself there is an inexplicable presence here a quiet power an aura of virgin innocence divinity if you will could this be a taste of eden it sure seems to fit the bill regardless, i'll be back this way again tomorrow for yet another thrill never quite able to get my fill .
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2 Reviews Added on September 11, 2024 Last Updated on September 11, 2024 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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