Maturity tends to bring on an appreciation
Into those who cherish who and what
Needs are important - few being tangible
Driven more by thankfulness for all given
Surviving much only by the grace of the most
Eminent Almighty God, our maker and the
Timekeeper of our days.
Over years of toil seeing nature's acceptance
Furled leaves littering, piles of joy for children and animals
Take away or mulching for a rich soil for another spring
Hovering bees considered pests by those ignorant of nature's
Accomplices of spreading nectar in a yard one loves as its
Nesting trees for hundreds of years intertwining roots laid down
Keeping the soil saturated but not flooded as overflow rolls to
Fairway road over the bumpy dirt road our ancestors also knew
Until the last of us, oldsters are gone and the new forget
Land designed by those who resist an artificial beauty over
Natural was not wrong in their choices
Enjoyed the protection of landscapes designed to live with
Storms and floods and that extra sand in the road was to soak
Streets passing homes and those trees you fell were protection.
~PLMS/PCSS~4,22,2022
photo Holly Jacobs
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem