Solivagus Posted January 18, 2004 Report Posted January 18, 2004 The sun shines down from a deep blue sky, The wind rolls across the plains, stirring grass in its passing. Tree leaves whisper thier secrets into my ear, As I climb thier brances towards the sky. Far above I see a hawk running through the air, Deep strong wing beats humming with the power of nature. I see wolves running across the landscape, Soft paws leaving no mark on the earth. I see the river tumbling in the distance, Rolling down the hills bringing health and life to the area. Bubbling with the joyus laughter of spring, As it seeks out new paths to swiftly tread. All around me I see nature spreading its glorius arms, And I rejoice. Heinrich mutter irritably under his breath trying to think of a way to expand the unnaturalness of the poem, then hastily posts it before he changes his mind and burns it.
Loki Wyrd Posted January 18, 2004 Report Posted January 18, 2004 I always enjoy nature poems, it's good of you to share. One question though...what's it look like to see a hawk running through the air? Oh yes, and you may wish to consider running a spell check. I'm a hypocrite, I never do, but I just noticed a couple typos. No big deal.
Vlad Posted January 19, 2004 Report Posted January 19, 2004 This gave me the idea that nothing can change the tranquiltiy of nature. The poem has an unnusually happy ring to it, a good thing to see once in a while. You showed that there is still hope to be had, despite everything that is wrong with the world. Good job.
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