I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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25 October 2015

View from the Bus Window


This far south of the Equator
the sun’s rays take a lengthy slant
and evenings last
for hours and hours,

turning the grasses golden
below the line of trees
that march in single file
along the top of the hill.

This was my father’s country,
all undulant curves
and soft, gentle colours.
No wonder he was so fond of women!
(An old journal entry I came across, which needed little tweaking to turn into a poem.)

  I'm linking to Gillena's Monday WRites 35:

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9 comments:

  1. Blogoratti25 October 2015 at 22:08

    A heart-warming piece indeed, greetings!

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  2. Aditi26 October 2015 at 01:50

    Beautiful! I so want to lie down in the golden grass below the line of trees. :)

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  3. Sherry Blue Sky26 October 2015 at 06:17

    Oh, you make me see those rounded hills. We have them here, too. Love the evenings that last for hours in springtime.

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade27 October 2015 at 00:02

      They are not so lengthy where I live. This was a journey through one of our southern States.

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  4. Maude Lynn26 October 2015 at 08:35

    This is just marvelous!

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  5. Susan27 October 2015 at 10:17

    You brought a very broad smile to my face. The land is female, and maybe even the marching trees.

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade27 October 2015 at 10:18

      It may well be. :) I recall they were rounded too.

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  6. Gillena Cox27 October 2015 at 10:54

    Thanks for linking in at Monday WRites Rosemary. You can 'grab my button' and use it in your post

    Much love...

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