**a New Poem - A Prayer To Tellus Poem by Jon Alan

**a New Poem - A Prayer To Tellus

Rating: 3.0


The dew on the leaves hint the coming of dawn
Father Sol on his perch, morning birds sing their songs
He peeks o'er the hills, Sol's warmth clears the Glade
As the dawns dewey clouds willingly fade

Th crickets, a chorus, a shimmering refrain
Their chirping this day says its summer again
This chorus, the flowers, trees in this Glen
The easy breeze welcomes, a new day begins

A trail, lightly trodden, covered with leaves
Shows travelers the way as it wanders and weaves
Past streams and vast stones filled with sweet summer shade
Yet there are no feet trodding softly this day

Some hefty wild gobbling turkeys, and deer
The denizens all are beginning to appear
Yet one species sadly has yet to entreat
No human shuffling of curious feet

In this Glen at Leatherstocking, my home in this time
I have wandered its paths and explored every vine
Both predator and prey know me as friend
Never fearing my presence, I'm alone in this Glen.

I've prayed many times for an angel to share
As I've wandered these trails, inhaled this fresh air
That sings to my senses in glorious scents
Arouses my passions, my prayer has been sent

This Garden's sweet harvest, the fruit from the trees
All honor my lonely enchanted retreat
Oh, where are the two extra hands, kind and sweet
To share in my Eden and make me complete.

For so many years have I searched on this trail
Sat with wild bunnies, small birds, hawks and quail
Asked them to tell Father Sol what I seek
Heard Mother Gaia's mysterious breeze speak

All of the denizens have mates, every one
Excepting Father Sol's most dutiful son
Please Mother Gaia, you know how I yearn
I call out my prayer as each year slowly turns.

Twilight falls as I make my bed
My dream is made ready, pillow to head
Goodnight loving Father, rest well Mother dear
Perhaps tomorrow my mate will appear.

NOTE: Tellus is an ancient Roman goddess of the earth, marriage, and fertility, identified with the Greek goddess Gaea (my spelling is Gaia) , who is the ancient Greek goddess of the earth, mother of the Titans.)

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
G. Murdock 18 November 2008

This is a well written pageant and could be the sonnet of Enkidu who lost his innocence to the giles of a woman and the trust of the creatures of the forrest. Again, wonderful poem, I'm glad I stopped by to read it.

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Kesav Easwaran 27 July 2008

a good prayer to Mother Earth...the description in the second stanza is catchy, vivid...wandering those trails sharing the treasured feels again...well, good write, jon...i liked 10

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