Mother Earth
21 March, 2006
Author: Catyrose
Listen to the sound of the water
Rushing against the jagged rocks
Gaze at the vast cerulean sky above
Taste crimson colored berries from the vine
Pause and enjoy this precious moment in time
Inhale the scent of cherry blossoms
On this lovely spring day
Feel the earth beneath your feet
As you climb high upon the trail
Experience the sensations mother earth provides
Trust her she will be your guide
Observe closely as the birds take flight
Peer at the butterfly as she passes by
Rest quietly against the old oak tree
Breathing in all of mother natures majesty
Climb high into the clay colored hills
Feel the spirit of those who have gone before
Hear their voices rise in the warm dessert breeze
Instructing you in thought and deeds
Offering wisdom that you might share
With those who seek along the way
Honoring mother earths voice
With the dawning of each new day
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Comments on this poem/writing:
MC (152.163.100.5) -- Tuesday, March 21 2006, 02:59 pm If I didn't commune with nature almost every day. Love your poetry, Catyrose. |
Terrie* (66.81.139.139) -- Tuesday, March 21 2006, 03:54 pm the next time you are standin' near a ridge or a waterfall, do not take a double look coz chances are it will be i, exposin' myself to God as i make love to mother nature Gods glorious gifts to you and i ( i guaranteee i will not be alone, my better half always tags along we love who we are and not ashammed to stand before God ) i am a country lovin' woman, gone city, but one hasn't lived life until they see the wonders on a farm, and hikin' and all the good stuff of roughin' it. so many things in life cain bring us closer to mother nature if ya allow yourself to..this has great meanin' to me , i have a Native American friend whom shares words like this with me,it is of an importance to my heritage thank you for sharin' |
Catyrose (128.123.221.55) -- Tuesday, March 21 2006, 05:08 pm Thank you MC and Terri for your kind words. I wrote this recalling a time I spent in Chaco Canyon. I remember sitting by a kiva (i think that's the name) where ceremonies took place. The wind picked up and it was the oddest sensation. It was as if there were spirits present in that wind speaking to me. Quite a unique experience. Again thank you for your comments. And Terri, thanks so much for the poem. It really touched my heart. No one has ever done anything like that for me before. :) |
Catyrose (128.123.221.55) -- Tuesday, March 21 2006, 05:24 pm Terri:What I meant to say, Is no one other than our dear friend Clive has ever written a poem for me. I was surprised and touched by the fact that u wrote one for me. thanks again I should never respond to comments before i've had my morning coffee/still sleepy :) |
Terrie* (66.81.139.126) -- Tuesday, March 21 2006, 05:40 pm Caty, you were on Sacred Land, trust me Sweetie " Spirits spoke to you " the sensation was like your body had consumed a mint after takin' in a breath of the sweet air...after the breeze whispered gently to you, i know the feelin' a re-birth...my people come from close by where you reside, i know the place.....no thax needed when words of a heart are written for and from a friend.. |
Clive (70.57.138.121) -- Tuesday, March 21 2006, 10:17 pm the beauty crafted within your words reaches the highest mountain, and into the deepest soul, I love you and the words you set free. |
Catyrose (128.123.220.27) -- Wednesday, March 22 2006, 07:08 am Thanks Clive. So was this too "H" or not? |
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