A Little Peace In An Otherwise Mad World Poem by frank mestre

Through the eyes of a vole (water rat)

Walking, seeing through eyes of the vole
Peep out from our world as if from their hole
Ripple, plop, ruffle there’re very cautious
Life here’s abundant, unpretentious

Mysteriously, secretly in the shade
Down in the waters. Banks unmade
Never b’fore such sights have you marveled
A perspective of nature quite unrivalled

Cutting through landscapes the river winds
Overhanging ferns, burdock, reeds. Erie at times
Rugged banks crumbling into the flow
Down here raw untouched nature performing a show

Ankle deep, by the knee, up to the waist
My two boys on tow, we have no haste
Such fun, me, a silver back, no shame. I could be ten
“Look a kingfisher, shhh a coot. There’s a wren

For a while we’ve escaped the rat race
Down here no race just the rat space

By Frank Mestre 2010


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