
So much is lost to so
many of us,
With closed eyes we ride
the speeding bus.
Our lives focused on material
things,
Not seeing the beauty that
the world brings.
Lucky I was long, long
ago,
Being able to enjoy life
moving slow.
Shown how to see with
open heart,
Lifes special most beautiful
part.
Years later the demands of life
forces stress on me,
Keeping from my heart the beauty
I want to see.
Not lost though just pushed
away,
I wait patiently for them to
come my way.

I was truly fortunate to have parents who encouraged me to play out in the woods, fields and streams and to notice all that nature so lovingly offers us.
's My early years were wonderful and taught me much which I use today to live my life by. So much to think back on with loving memories.


's Almost everything that write is inspired from those days from so long ago. Such happy times playing in the woods, at my little stream and of course lying in the yard at night and watching the sky with its millions of stars and listening to the crickets, frogs and enjoying the fireflys. 











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