MOTHER EARTH and NATURE.
Imagine walking in a forest,
tall trees all around,
with dry leaves on the forest floor
and creatures on the ground.
The sunlight filters through the branches;
beams catch tiny flies;
a seedling grows by a fallen tree -
new life where older lies.
Through moss that covers ancient trunk,
where insects eat the wood,
new roots seek moisture from the earth
on which the old tree stood.
The dying growth enriches soil,
feeds plants, insects and worms;
decaying matter turns to food,
sustaining plants in turn.
Earth represents the mother:
stability, security
and universal nurture -
God’s nature in its purity.
Hugh Wyles, after a poem by Petratani Swendt, March 27th.2008.
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Ah, your concept of regeneration,
so well-stated, the fallen branch,
the recycling, enriching new life.
Well worth the "digging," Hugh!
M-C
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I like to just walk through the woods around my house, all the trees, flowers and bushes, lush, over grown. Where once I cut trees, there is new growth, sturdier, growing tall.
There is a definite peacefulness when I am there, and I'm reminded just how amazing life can be.
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Wonderfully written, great imagery!
This is a wonderful poem dear Hugh and a beautiful description of the forest. I have spent much of my life living around forests, playing in them, wondering around and today taking nature walks with the children. There is just so much to see that it never gets tiring. It was such a pleasure to read this write and there is nothing I could suggest to improve it, very well written indeed!
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Dear Hugh, I have never actually walked through a forest, it would be a wonderful experience, your poem makes me feel as though I am in there walking beside you as you explain all the animals, birds and plants to me. What a lovely walk we had.
Love Jen
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I find so much inspiration and peace in nature. A simple task such as weeding a garden bed, holding he earth in your hands, can settle the mind and soothe the soul.
Through your words of the forest, no matter when they were written, I can hear the crunching of dry leaves with each step as I venture further into the wood to witness mother nature's cycle and perhaps find some surprises along the way.
I'm sorry you're still dealing with writer's block, King Hugh. I know the frustration well when I suffered from it about this time last year.
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Dear Hugh,
Nature is wonderful how new life springs up from the earth.
Even trees when there's a bushfire eventually regrow and the bush comes back to life.Your poem is very lovely inspired by Peratani's poem. Hope your Muse comes back soon before you run out of older poems.
Love Bea.
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