Treasure Island

Jodie Hardy

(Halifax)

Here I Am


Maybe it was what I needed
Just to 'be' in the quiet blanket of nature
To be comforted by the breeze
With the birds chirping a harmony of spring
The distant hum of a field being mowed
As a dog barks and the ducks on the pond laugh
While the small birds danced playfully over head

Here I am not relied upon
I have nothing to give
No need even to speak
Only to sit as the sun shines on
To listen
No wonder the desire to be here was so strong
For where else in the world would I find more peace and serenity..

Submitted: Thursday, August 15, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 16, 2013

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  • Lyn Paul (8/15/2013 10:25:00 PM)

    A feeling of not being relied upon, complete silence, clear head pure peace and serenity. I had a picture in my head of this beauty. nice write (Report) Reply

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