Beautiful

Remembering days when you walked along the raveen, beared left, and walked straight up a steep incline! Walking along rows of endless cornfields. Immediately, a right hand turn during the walk brought one to a little circle type of turn around. This little spot was littered with shards of glass. The sunlight flooded the green leaves of the trees and vegetation and provided them with their ever so healthy color and appeal. About ten feet from the turnaround was a sort of retaining wall barricade type of thing. The roar of the other side of this wall was that of a 55' drop of a waterfall! Shuumpf! Shuumpf! Shumpf! Followed by the similar sound of water rushing its way through a gutter of a home. Such a delight to the auditory senses. The water was gin clear. One could see their reflection. Mossy rocks were the pattern of this fabulous brook which dumped into a pristine spring-fed lake. This stream is not only a slice of beauty from the stroke of mother nature's wand, but it is also host to the salmonid species. In the summer most people seek the fish out of the lake. However, you can still catch fish in the brook. It's just that it's much more difficult because of the lack of rainfall which is the tendency of some of the summer months. I haven't seen this place in years but its memories are still clear in my mind. It was a great hike but the slippery rocks along the big waterfall are very treacherous and only a skilled hiker should even try. Better yet it's still unsafe! But people always have to toe the line. Such a beautiful walk, hike, and swim. The water is so refreshing and its like a baptism when in that water. So invigorating, so cleansing, so breathtaking. To reminisce in January of the summer days is probably the most ridiculous undertaking there is at this moment. The deer keep a watchful eye on all of us as we visit this place. The animals know that they have unwarranted guests. After all it's their house right. We know what happens when some of these small creatures enter our homes, right? The sense that we have been violated. All they wanted was a change of venue. Isn't that what we're doing when we walk through the woods and go hiking, swimming, and meditating? After all we are all animals and we do the same things just not in the same hierarchical order.


I am wet with its dew
it's the sight of a few
who are changing their hue
i ask him if he still knew?

Says I who saw
and it came before her thaw
its now time to draw the last straw
like laura running down to meet pa

we witness the strokes of her magnificent brush
though as miraculous as her beauty she was never in a rush
some paint, some faint, and some taint
for its the knowing of a few and its beauty that keeps the watchful eye on duty