Biography of James Ronan
I am fascinated with words.
I prefer nature over cities.
I have an affection for people not things.
I feel there is more to life than what we have before us.
I am amazed about everything around me.
James Ronan's Works:
Parks Portrayed in Pen and Paint
Book/DVD Set (Paperback)
James Ronan Poems
Yosemite’s Grand Lady
Conceived on edge of rock and sky Are snow melts dripping melodious beats Forming rivulets that trickle leisurely by Blending with springs from mountain peaks
Barbary Coast Assuredly I was known by a lifestyle shown, In the habits of a wanton man.
Replete of light against dark sky, A vibrant halo speaks of change. Wispy mares' tails hint peril is nigh, Stealthily lurks on far-off range.
I amble amongst jumbled wood That storms have tossed about On a beach where villagers once stood Only now a silent bell rings out
In cool dark valleys soar groves of wood, That cast silhouettes on delicate ferns, Colossal logs lie where trees once stood, Making no sounds of worldly concerns.
In a shadowy niche scurry tiny fast feet, Whose bountiful cheeks hold stash they stow. Their survival is guaranteed by gift of fleet, As beady eyes shift while tracking foe.
A serene horizon rends land from sky, Where vistas run long to valleys' floor. Serpentine beds where streams ran dry, Affords allusions of waters roar.
Lie restfully as a blanket of new fallen snow, Our memory of you is crisp as the morning's chill. Evenings paint long shadows across our path,
Fading scars mark an offended earth, In tailings exposed on distant hills, Bearing past witness of a metal’s worth, Its memorials decay as aging ore mills.
Raindrops race towards an earthly trip forming puddles for feet to slip Snow's slow flutter abstains from sound Yet, hail’s furry on eardrums pound
Raindrops race towards an earthly trip
forming puddles for feet to slip
Snow's slow flutter abstains from sound
Yet, hail’s furry on eardrums pound
A light mist enlivens an onerous face
Where as a dreary fog veils an unseen place
A gentle breeze speaks softly a dulcet sound
But, tornadoes twist allusions of firm ground
Whether we’re in from the weather or whether we're out