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As sails,full with wind,they fill the sky; wandering aimlessly,lazily floating through the night. Familiar images in there shapes leaving dreams of some, fictitiously wild that I rember as a child. Clouds of somber hue, wind driven not knowing what way to go,leaving your treasured downpour pounding with all your worth. Earth crying for no more rain. overfilling,flooding rath was your aim. leaving human tears in your wake for all that you did take. A new day is born and all will the sun adorn bringing courage for new life, rebuliding what was lost.

How do you say goodbye to fallen leaves?
Bare branches, trees pull up their sleeves.
Icy white frozen tears which heaven weeps.
Coldness wakes while warmth sleeps
This season is not a bore
Of all seasons, this one I truly adore.
No silence in the air as a cold wind roar.
Bugle signals “Declaration of war”
Marching upon a winter battle field and commence “snowball fight”
Miles be the stock pile of ammunition everywhere snuggled under blankets of white.

Walking through the sweet flower meadows, I pause to watch the sky lark
as he tumbles joyously in the sunlit sky and perches on a branch
to sing in such sweet melody that mistle thrush and blackbird join in.

Flowers smelling sweet
in such a variety
of colour and shape

A peaceful place to sit and enjoy all nature has to offer
to lean back and let go of every day stress and woes. To
celebrate just the joy of being alive and able to enjoy nature

Nature does her best
if only we care to look
at all her splendours



written 09/21/2013

Fast to fly, flock of birds
Beating chrome wings, casting shadows
Over golden meadows
I stand still, gazing skyward
Wondering why, to realize
What will hypnotize

First to fall, frozen white stars
Descending downward, touching ground
Without any sound
I feel hushed, numbing cold
Shivering calm, to discover
My soul will hover

Nothing at all, answers me at last
Walking homeward, dying daylight
My lonesome plight
I fall silent, darkness pervades
Replacing life, will ever imbue
The secrets I knew

The snow falls
Coldness lingers the ice freezes
Solid foundations
Opoun which to build

They form the walls ,the front door and sides
Big blocks of cold ice
Now they form the roof
Lay snow on top

Up goes the frontage the sign open is the ice hotel
All welcome inside
Money you got to pay the spend the night

No fires but candle light a drink from cubes of ice tasting freezing your lips
Its cold in the ice hotel
So wrap up tight
Lay out you furs snuggle up on your icey double bed
all spend the night in the ice hotel .

Softly the end of summer nights will sing
A calling on the wind that crickets bring
For all that still keeps my heart lamenting
Now soon even the songbirds will not sing

For deep into the valley does the stream flow
Into gurgling brook drifts the leaves that fall
When busy days of life begin to slow
Then such a sudden breeze will bring a squall

Stormy clouds drifting by with anxious rush
Past lazy sun that rises less and less
So when the ever growing night will hush
That first killing frost anyone will guess

For short is the season was summer best
Now as autumn winds blow north by northwest

As dawn starts to streak across the sky
heralding in the new born day
feisty rooster already perched on the wall
giving forth with all his might, he crows

Sleepy hens, ducks and geese scat for worms
low moos emitting from the milking parlour
mingling with the sucking sounds of machines
as they gather the rich creamy milk in containers

Banging of impatient hooves from the shire horses
hungry for their grain, tossing heads and stamping
loud neighs and whinnies fill the early dawn, soon
they will be at work ploughing and farrowing fields

Farmhouse door opens smell of eggs and bacon wafting
farmer's wife emerges carrying pails heavy with slops
as she nears the pigsty the grunts and squeals grow
barging, pushing as they search for tasty scraps

A caterwaul of noise from the rookery deafening
as they wheel and spin around the yard thieving
slowly as the animals return to the sweet meadows
life settles back to normal, until tomorrows dawn

Starlight

S ee it winking
T winkling, dazzling
A ura filling the sky
R ays and beams shining
L ighting all the heavens
I nferno of gases and flames
G iving birth to new life
H eating us with your silvery light
T ouching our hearts with your mysteries

We are in a continuous state of becoming
with our environment
I am becoming that tree
just as that tree is becoming me
It took in the carbon dioxide that I exhaled
which became part of it
and through photosynthesis converted it to oxygen
which I inhaled becoming part of me
I am the tree and the tree is me
I am becoming that insect, that bird, that animal
and other persons
I breathe in the air they gave up
air that was part of them is now part of me
just as the air I exhaled is now part of them
Earth is becoming me and I am becoming the earth
It becomes me through the food I eat
which comes from the earth
directly or indirectly
and I become the earth through matter
that leaves my body
waste and otherwise
which returns to the earth
to become the earth

Hooves at the mark where salt waters crest
Bounty of yore, with bounty a more
Sand laden beach gates as host of the land
Sable they call it, made of wave thrown up sand.

Their manes horizontal upon galloping wind
In stride throwing up what their hoof takes away
Wild they remain to this day.......legislate
In 1737 this story began, horses shipped over
Never knowing their fate.

Free as the wind was the means to embark
Colonial settlers left it all, left their mark!

Deported to the island 60 horses or so
Joining the ranks of the ones first arrived
Acadians were asked to leave the east coast
All they took was a pack on a stick at their back.

A graveyard of ships since they built them to float
Three fifty and counting, more like a moat.

Sable continues to this day that we are
The Horses they run, they are wild and free
The ships that were headed to their now journeyed end
In list on one side upon Sables sand bar.



~Bentlee~