the blue, the blue, the velvety blue;
midnight trysts beside the bay
softly turning yesterday:
cool breezes
red, red roses
trailing pathways into
wee-hour's promise of
"bare feet walking out onto tree,
arm-in-arm my love with thee"
dive head-long, eyes blissfully closed
into deep, dark blue
waters of love...
-//\\-
The Spirit of Shenandoah
by Lars
Shenandoah!
Where earth blends into heaven.
Ridges and valleys,
Hollows and hills
Misty blue mountains
And whippoorwills
Your tumbling streams,
your waters that fall,
Your moonlight nights
Your yodeling call...
---ooOoo--
hillbilly holler that's where i's born
in early october on a frosty-cold morn
growed up tall and a little sassy too
scrounging for food with my sister Sue
blackberries, peaches, figs and nuts
no peeling, dicing, chopping or cuts
we ate off the tree, the bush and the vine
we even ate off the loblolly pine;
Scuppernongs, plums, roots and greens,
grits and eggs and butterbeans,
tomatoes and peas with a little corn pone
we'd eat and eat 'til the cows come home.
---ooOoo--
Oh Shenandoah, your spirit calls
Your tumbling streams, your water falls;
Your misty moon, your mountainous stone,
Oh Shenandoah! My Home Sweet Home.
-//\\-
Sqares
by Lars
I ran up and down
like a chicken shut out
then i sat on a shingle
with a pitiful pout
'cause i could'na find it
and I can't wait
! I gotta get in! hey!
Where's the gate?
sef
The Swamps of Denmark
by Lars
leaves of the lotus
upon
surface of waters
a blossom opens
sef
The Swamps of
Denmark
by
Lars
One Morning
standing still
for a long time there
in the garden,
looking out over
the fence at the pond,
watching the dribbling waters make
ripples
across the surface,--- noticed a new
wild flower
not there before, a white one
with some faint greenish
yellow, quite beautifully
seen in the same frame as the
golden red carp
plucking at greenery along the
edge..(.having a little
salad for breakfast, I suppose)
,
then later going on around the rounds
back up close to
bank of pond, and
lo and behold!
the new flower was not
there.
did not
exist.
Another nature-game!
What fun it must
be to manipulate
an arrangement of growing
leaves
all covered with morning dew,...
still wet
from last nights rain and
when viewed from a certain
distance and
at a certain angle__into a cluster of
beautiful little white wild flowers...
Aliens from a
Forest Lake
by
Lars
sef
The Transformation
of a Hogweed
by
Lars
hogweed
growing out in
the middle of nowhere
the rainy season
brought
Life
back to the hard, dry cracked
earth
changing
manipulating
transforming
a dead
seed
into
some kind of unearthly thing
sef
Pebbles on a Forest Path
by Lars
we can see through the pebbles
to the center of the earth
like molten lava beneath the surface
this path wore the crust so thin
that only a few pebbles were left
(but oh how beautiful they are!)
there with the leaves and twigs touched and bent
by bare feet treading steadily,
kept warm in winter by some miraculous event.
-//\\-
From a Nightmare
by Lars
last night i dreamed i was not me
i was a gnarly black walking tree
no nightmare that, no_ nosiree,
that was fun walking around free
my roots were long and lovely, see,
and I was as beautiful as could be
but oh my! what a puzzle of a parody,
parading around all night merely not me,
but a tree who might or might not be
something in between or a he or a she!
Early Morning
by Lars
This morning
__my new beginning
began
It was glorious,
This new beginning
It sparkled stars into
My breathing
Which became imperceptible
with awe
The earth and I, we fell in love
With one another
In the beams of light cast into
This enchanted forest.
This morning.
In this glorious new beginning.
-//\\-sef
Autumn leaves
by Lars
Who would like to be
Underneath this tree
Who would like to be is me
All day long and and all night too
Let leaves drift down along with dew
There'd be no need for eat or drink
Or talk, or sleep or work or think,
There'd be no need to fly or flee
If I could be beneath this tree!
:-)