Those Who Love Nature
A heart in love with nature
Will never fail to hear
A bird in the hedges
At every time of year.
Though silent be the garden
And bare the leafless lane
Their eye will look for beauty
And will not look in vain.
They do not need the sunshine
To make the glory glow.
They see it in the darkness,
The mist, the rain, the snow.
No day's without measure
Of secret ecstasy,
For those who find their pleasure
In nature company.
Today, the sun is shining brightly. On this crisp morning, after my outside chores were set aside, I enjoyed a, not so short walk, something that I haven't had time to do for awhile. Instead of staying glued to the tube, listening to reports on the state of our economy, I turned off gloom and doom and headed out to enjoy a tread around the spread.
This daughter of a hunter, the man that could have written a book on hunting and/or safety rules, opted to wear her orange hat and vest, in case trespassers mistook me for a deer. After all, I was also wearing a faded ponytail that reared up at the slightest movement.
I was armed with a smile on my face. This gum- chewing senior tossed a fresh stick of Juicy Fruit gum into her mouth. The yellow glob playfully invited me to chomp down on the side of my busy jaw and I did. I wasn't sure that I would survive the trip without it, but my better judgment told me to spit it out and I did.
Oh, yes, I almost forgot the, not so secret weapon, that wards off dogs that stray my way, almost every day. Theodore Roosevelt said, "Walk softly and carry a big stick." I gave the old quote-new meaning many years ago and added, and "show no fear."
Nature provides so much to unearth and explore; it is no wonder that I am always knocking on her door. I wanted to check out a woody climbing vine near the edge of the thicket. And, there, again, the bittersweet twined.
Mentally, this collector of this and that searched out the perfect vase from my store to display a winter bouquet, an assemblage of such beauty.
I cleared my mind and ambled on. There was so much more to see, to smell, to touch, to hear, and to appreciate on this pristine autumn morning. The old bracelet watch was ticking, yet time stood still. A little girl that I once was stopped to smell the primroses. The child within me cut them from forever -blooming vines entwined around the echoes of my mind.
In a stiller moment, I thought I heard my mother spout, "Don't go out of earshot or stay too long! Dinner is on the stove!"
I pulled the stick-tights from my jeans and headed back toward the little blue house at the end of the road. Shortly after arrival, I popped a Marie Callander entrée into the microwave, however; I hungered for more.
Everyone is on edge about the economy, jittery and worried about tomorrow and the direction this country is headed. The way I see it, Fat Cats and, a soon-to-be, feral fellow who looks like he smells his own rat; keep in mind that, and, we the people knocked us down.
Now, the tops- dogs coming within our scope of new visions have found the path that leads both ways. They promise to lead we Americans out of this mess without sticking it to us. It is clear; to stitch-up the wounds and bring about healing and a stronger economy, it will take time and more than good intentions, strong words and empty promises.
We are not lost -- we just lost our way! We Americans don't pussyfoot around given the right direction. Thing may seem dark now, but we will find the light at the end of the tunnel. Think positive and remain proud!
A newer "deal" could be a positive deal. If we take a few steps back to where this nation has been, hard times, only then, we can move forward, progressively more.
We, the people "ARE" Americans! Whether inherited or not--the problem is ours; we can overcome.
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