Don Pearson Poems
|83.||Chains Of Freedom||6/8/2014|
|89.||Island - Haiku||3/18/2010|
|92.||Pohutukawa - Haiku||6/17/2009|
|94.||Truth - Haiku||10/14/2011|
|101.||Tigers - For Children||11/1/2013|
Comments about Don Pearson
(For Annabel Jones)
I have walked with beauty, seen it set in stones,
Run my hands across it, thrilled to hear its tones,
Tickled it from rivers, swum with it at sea,
Joined with it in passion, watched it run from me.
I've seen beauty on the plains, running in the grass,
Soaring in the mountains, brought close through a glass,
Glimpsed it in the forest, awful, striped and fell,
Caught its flashing azure flight in a lakeside dell.
Now the Teign is swathed in mist, merging with the sea,
There a fern is growing on a mossy tree.
To the West, the...
He saw the flash in storm clouds,
measured the time to the sound,
the number of falling raindrops
on an area of ground.
He was very observant
and catalogued all he could,
numbered the trees around him,
but could not leave the wood.