Flights get more expensive with each passing season and as you so poetically say, as we get older our bodies are able to tolerate less and you have found your paradise in your own back yard. Your own little piece of heaven on earth, where the sun shines warmly and brightly. How wonderful that you have rediscovered the beauty of Mother Nature and that your inner child is filled with delight. Relax and enjoy the beautiful blessings which surround you. Lovely charming write, Thomas. A delight to read and thank you for sharing...
Flights get more expensive with each passing season and as you so poetically say, as we get older our bodies are able to tolerate less and you have found your paradise in your own back yard. Your own little piece of heaven on earth, where the sun shines warmly and brightly. How wonderful that you have rediscovered the beauty of Mother Nature and that your inner child is filled with delight. Relax and enjoy the beautiful blessings which surround you. Lovely charming write, Thomas. A delight to read and thank you for sharing...
The good old backyard, green as it can be, is enticing to us after years of traveling all over the world. prices are rising and sometimes travel is tiring... so green, becomes even more attractive than Babylon, relax and enjoy the your own back yard or a local park....
Warmly, B
the goodest comes from searching rather than finding
searching is the education ... finding is the reward!
many pull out paper and pen without introducing one to the other ...
pen meet paper, paper hold on tight it's gonna be a one of a kind ride
and you sir have a season ticket!
This speaks to me of a life hard lived, one where strong risks were taken to the brink of demise, where lessons have been learned and a path forged with wisdom towards a healthier lifestyle. The bright lights seduce many and many of those fail to survive the allure.
As they say, with age comes wisdom and the need to slow down and seek out the good things that life has to offer. If we survive enough car crashes we find ourselves feeling blessed for having survived and our senses become attuned to the more simple and peaceful things around us. And so it seems with you.
The young and the reckless can have their moments under the neon lights. For others, real Elysian Fields are the order of the day.
An excellent viewpoint expressed, Thomas. Change, at its best, can be divine for the soul.
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4 Months Ago
You nailed it here. When I knew better, I did better, and the search was long and dark. Thank you.
Thomas, you deliver such a punch here. You have a way with words and your poetry just leaves me wanting for more. Indeed, all that shimmers is not truly gold and the purer joys become more precious with time. This is such a great poem on how we change with the years.
At the end, its upto us to choose a barren, unproductive, ditzy-glitzy playing field or a sober, productive and more thoughtful one.....
Just Fantastic!
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4 Months Ago
Thank you so much. I agree totally. I appreciate you.
Thomas W. Case was born in Oxnard. He has published 3 volumes of poetry. The Bullfrog Dreams of Flying, Artichokes, Avocados, and Van Gogh, and Seedy Town Blues. He has won several poetry contests. Hi.. more..