In an age of increasing speed,
A footpath's what we sorely need.
Something to slow us down a little,
When life is bright and brash and brittle.
Soothe your senses with this sight;
Compare it with the world of 'byte'!
Picture yourself brushing through the grasses,
Where nothing heavier than footfall passes.
Smell the perfume of wild flowers
Where no scent assaults or overpowers.
Pick up a stone and view its veins,
The marks of soil and weather stains.
Marvel at all the living things,
Those that crawl and those with wings.
Listen to the chirp of crickets,
In tufts and greenly pleasant thickets.
Sit yourself upon the stile...........
You've nothing at all to do but........
Smile.
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I would love it if you would hop over and say hello to Brenda at her blog, Rinkly Rimes. She is a very sweet and talented lady.
Thank you! It fits the poem beautifully. I'm publishing a link to you tomorrow.
ReplyDeleteI visit her quite often and she is so talented. Lovely photo.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing this wonderful poem at this time of the year.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem. Happy New Year!
ReplyDeleteJoyce M
Beautiful poem. Sending you warm wishes for a 2011 filled with joy, grace and beauty.
ReplyDeleteThis is a perfect poem for the New Year, La! Slow down a little and enjoy life :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful shot and wonderful poem!
ReplyDeletewell, your paath seems like spring to me, but so far away.
ReplyDelete*SMILE*....poem made me smile and this pathway is beautiful.
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LazyonLoblolly
Very nice...I'll go join her!
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