Nature Hike Poem by Christopher Gore
Nature Hike
I'm surrounded by trees;
I'm surrounded by shade.
'What do they call this? '
'Maybe a glade? '
(Not quite!)
Grey-ish birds chirp merrily
in respite from the sky,
(an assumption)
though I can hear naught
but the highway nearby.
We can search for our Waldens
but it isn't the same;
Nature loses her aesthetics
when caught in a frame.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
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4/25/2024 7:19:25 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Yes, absolutely right...., Nature loses her aesthetics when caught in a fame.