Where in life can we find more beauty
than free spirits travelling open plains?
Breath of life brought forth out of the rising sun,
in a statement of glory rising above all.
Touching all creation in a single beat
through sight and sound
thundering hooves move the earth
in a drum roll of majestic splendor.
Specific intentions simplistically designed
caressing and captivating the inquisitive mind,
misunderstood because of
who, what, where, when, how, and why.
Moving about where the wind blows
grazing upon nature's bounty.
Time stands still, though life progresses,
for all creatures of nature.
Markings upon the sky's mural
mere communication amongst the clouds,
giving fair warning of pleasure or dismay
of what to expect coming our way.
In a list
A contest entry
- THROUGH THE EYES OF A CHILD by Whispering Wind.
700 points, ended December 30, 2008, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments Greatly Appreciated
Comments
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such a beautiful piece you have written...a picture of wonder for the minds eyes to meditate upon...thank you so much for entering
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Very beautiful, like a painting with words.
Sheila
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