Farm Life, Poem: Living Here

I actually wrote this back in the summer, but other ideas continued to roll in, pushing this poem back on the queue.  Thanksgiving appeared to be an appropriate time to finally post it.  Paul wrote a poem about Squam Lake.  It is mealy three lines, but generates many paragraphs of thought.  My reply to him, got my poetry-thinking going… Thus are conversations ways of thinking as well as communicating…

P1050287The forest is merely a glance away
From my cup of coffee.
Across the garden, my mind
Can become lost in those trees.
Lost, not as one in distress,
But, as one wandering with
Aimless intent, determined
To find what happens to be
Along the way.

A flower, wild and sewn by
P1040797Birds perches upon branches.
A mushroom or fungus,
Growing after a summer rain,
Poking its crown through
Leaves, fallen in winter.
A squirrel or deer, bounding
Over a downed tree when startled.
Or a opposum scurrying into
The brush, before feigning death.

I pause, resting upon the handle
P1050754Of my tool, while gardening,
Thinking of this place where
We are, rather than a destination.
This place where people
Come to, to get away.

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About hermitsdoor

Up here in the mountains, we have a saying, "You can't get there from here", which really means "We wouldn't go the trouble to do that". Another concept is that "If you don't know, we ain't telling." For the rest, you'll have to read between the lines.
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14 Responses to Farm Life, Poem: Living Here

  1. Barneysday says:

    Most excellent, and a great description of living in the country.

    Hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving and are staying away from the stores on Black Friday.

    • hermitsdoor says:

      We worked Friday… never have been into Black Friday shopping. I noticed, when passing the Mall that the parking lot was about 75% full (usually empty). Furthermore, Tractor Supply Store, which usually has 4 – 6 trucks in the lot, had about 30 vehicle. Wonder what they were specials were. I opted to head home to family visiting instead. Thanksgiving is about relationships. Food, football games, and sales are merely activities to share.

  2. what a beautiful piece – I’m honored to have helped start your thoughts

    • hermitsdoor says:

      I certainly do not have the poetic output that you do! I do find reading, prose or poetry, stimulates thought, often in parallel to what I have read. Thanks again for the inspiration.

  3. rommel says:

    A whole summer and furthermore in the making. Literally, a poem in the making. 😀 Love the description, esp. the enaging and inviting first part where it all started with a though, rising to wondering and ended with the present.

  4. The Vicar says:

    Bravo. You’ve been great at being present in life, where ever that might be.

  5. Wonderful. The walk into the garden must be so relaxing. Absolutely beautiful.

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