small in stature
yet long in sweet prose;
barely peering above unkempt weeds
beauty becomes its silent words, speaking
to humanities most basic needs;
summers simple sensation rising
up and above winters silence
our souls for to enliven;
though many shall not pause here to see
I do deeply appreciate this
God's graceful gift given, to the lowly likes of me.
I love that old saying, that surely god loves us for he gave us 'beer'. (in my opinion we do much better with poetry; first the poetry then later on the booze, if we must booze..booze leads to snooze.. if I had wit, I'd write a skit..better stop, while I'm at the top. ;)
This is so beautiful Smoky. The meek shall inherit the Earth.
A wonderful poem, sometimes beauty is so close but we never see it for whats in front of it. Maybe a lot of us should look closer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hello Smoky such a beautiful poem it is an absolute joy to read