My Beau Poem by Ernestine Northover
My Beau
I sat, my back resting against a tree trunk,
The sun shining full on my face,
I felt as if my whole being had shrunk,
As I looked out, at this huge open space.
This tree was enormous, such girth must have been
Created by vast centuries of time,
I was but a speck, when from such distance seen,
Yet it stood strong, as if just in its prime.
The views were stupendous, and over the lake,
Four herons were skimming in pairs,
So elegant were they, as each circle they'd take,
No, rushing with time, and no cares.
And as I sat pondering, the lake sparkled on,
The tree trunk, at my back, my support,
Then all of a sudden the sunshine had gone,
And a shadow across me was wrought.
But still I sat on, in this spellbinding scene,
It held me enraptured as though,
I was part of the landscape, and had always been,
And this tree was my 'soulmate' my 'beau'!
© Ernestine Northover
Dear Ernestine
Strangely, or rather not so, today we went to a place called brokerswood, have you heard of it? It has such a beautiful feel about it, the people who run this small concern are all so kind and there is a real family feel about the whole place, you can walk for quite a distance within the woods and there in a train ride and climbing apperatus for the Children, I think that you would both love it, who knows maybe one day you will visit this place, so much peace and tranquillity there, I love your poems on nature as you really do talk straight from the heart, Love To You And Your Family
what an accomplishment so beautifully expressed what humans have so long sought though few attained really really being one with the vast Cosmos in all its manifestations but not in an abstract sense here the wonder of your words intimate with all beings whether sentient or not (but that's another matter)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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10/13/2024 8:27:13 AM # 1.0.0
I'm a bit of a tree-hugger too Ernestine! This is a really lovely poem. Love, Andrew x