I woke to the smell of orange blossoms blooming,
dreamt ‘neath the bowers of jasmine wrapped pines,
Spent time in the jungles of spiny palmettos
or walking white sands where blue bays met sublime.
Reflected the softness of mourning dove's warnings,
felt every hoot that each horned owl would bare -
Stirred when the call of the night jars would whisper
but was moved most by notes that the mockingbirds shared.
Palm trees would dance o’er the heads of hibiscus,
azaleas would sway ‘neath the arms of the trees.
Grey beards would drape from whatever they clung to
as mood music of wind floated free with each breeze.
Into each season, came thunder and lightning ~
warm winds of change brought a new slant of view.
Still always a green world surrounded fresh flowers
that sipped all the breath from each drop of dew.
Slowly this world would expand and enlighten -
all that I loved ebbed and flowed like the sea.
Though fortune befell me, I felt quite impoverished
as each swell of progress, brought soul poverty.
Over the years I’ve clung to the notion
that natural of nature moves spirit to sigh ~
And still hear the song of the mockingbird’s glory
as he sings from his heart of those days passing by ...
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Author notes
I chose option #1. Memory from childhood
Do we ever forget the joy's of our childhood and how the simple things made us the happiest?
My poem is based on watching Florida expand and build, build, build ... as the environmental areas diminished. I have noted that the Mockingbirds still sing and seemed to have adapted to city life quite well. One in particular had learned all the siren sounds, car alarm sounds, pager and phone tones etc., now that's progress.
A contest entry
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450 points, ended July 23, 2007, 8 entries
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Comments
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And naturally your nature pieces are ones for the archives too. My dear you're making it quite difficult to come up with superlatives to describe your work I haven't used. Good luck in the contest.
Sincerely,
Leo Long
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"that natural of nature"!
In truth your roots go quite deep. Such an all encompassing appreciation for the natural world of your environment.
I would wish each child such a childhood and what a generation we would see for this is how a childhhod ought to be. Look at what poetry it has brought forth in you. Your words sway and dance in your description and fall easily off the tounge as I read. Constant motion, movement and wonder.
At the end I feel you speak of more than mere progress as you move to adulthood, but also the changing of that sanctuary you once accepted as something that would always be there. A beautiful write! Jadon
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Well this is certainly a winner for me Joy , the imagery here is just amazing and the beauty of this literally pours from your words.Good luck with this exceptional piece, though I'm sure it will need no wishes of luck from me.......mal
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This poem is so beautiful. Very good rhymed.
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