Surviving

Feeling the warmth of the sun on a cloudy day. A glimpse into a blind billy goat's unique, ever changing perspectives.

2015 04 19 Poetry: Vaudeville April 19, 2015

Two weeks and five days down, with eleven more to go. May is on the horizon and winter is growing smaller by the day. I truly love the seasons. The weather, the colors, the coming and going of God’s creatures. It’s all a mystical, magical montage of the best that life has to offer.

Speaking of life, there seems to be a plethora of it running rampant out here on the ridge. The birds, the critters, meshing and mingling around each other as if they know exactly what to do. I believe they do know exactly what to do. It’s we that are the unpredictable ones.

I love the wildlife here near our country home. The birds, the raccoons, the owls, the deer, bear, skunks, moose, and the list goes on and on and on.

I wrote the following poem, the following song back a bit ago, and this is one that I love going back and reading again and again.

I hope it has the same affect on you, and I want to thank you all for stopping by Surviving.

Take care, and don’t forget to feed the animals. grin

Deon

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Vaudeville

The fields out back are growing taller by each tick upon the clock
I can hear them stretch their hands and arms higher, reaching up towards the sun
I remember those budding days that take me back to early spring
When the race towards the colorful leaves of autumn had just begun

The puddles out front at the end of the gravel drive have seemed to disappear
They have all but dried up and lost their shape, packing up and moving away
Little or no rain has loudly spoke for the better part of four weeks on a month
Dry skies have managed to control the conversation and have their final say

Pull out the length of garden hose and direct it down the drive
Turn on the spicket and listen, as the water begins to flow
Slowly but surely, the puddles begin to take their shape again
The birds patiently all line up to give us one more daily Vaudeville show

The robins arrive, right on time, for the first scheduled act
Mingling their ruffled chatter around a refreshing drink or two
They dance a thirsty, stomping jig and flitter their tails about
Like they always normally and most enjoyably tend to do

The blue jay perches patiently on a maple limb above
He waits his turn to take his place and dance along the stage
As the red breast bows and departs, the jay makes his entrance, swooping down the drive
With a shrill cry and a flutter of blue, he paddles through and quickly earns his wage

Across the fresh cut, open fields, a fox is on the run
With a fiery tail, beating feet and purpose in its stride
Stopping to a huddled crouch, it waits with patience, calm, and still
Three small tails of fiery bright scamper up, and hover along its side

Two white tails slowly move through the lower end of the field below
They graze along the sweet flower of a plush clover bed
With searching eyes of impatient stare, they sense a worried wind
They bound with leaps of ease and grace, for the tree line just ahead

A scouring sun singes the edges of another hot, late August day
The cool summer’s breeze has long been gone for nary two weeks or more
Finally, the rumble of tindered sky, calls out from far off West
Drops from tumbling, heavied clouds begin to darken the dusty floor

Shadowed eyes, full of whispers sing out with gleeful hearts, refreshed
Thankful fields drink their collected share, shimmering with freshly polished green
Gathered trees bend with social chatter, amidst summer’s soaking winds
Earth, refreshed and alive again, rehearses for one more scene

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2 Responses to “2015 04 19 Poetry: Vaudeville”

  1. daddylion Says:

    good one hon,as always ,lol, lu dad  From: Surviving To: carollyons@tampabay.rr.com Sent: Sunday, April 19, 2015 7:37 PM Subject: [New post] 2015 04 19 Poetry: Vaudeville #yiv7838205939 a:hover {color:red;}#yiv7838205939 a {text-decoration:none;color:#0088cc;}#yiv7838205939 a.yiv7838205939primaryactionlink:link, #yiv7838205939 a.yiv7838205939primaryactionlink:visited {background-color:#2585B2;color:#fff;}#yiv7838205939 a.yiv7838205939primaryactionlink:hover, #yiv7838205939 a.yiv7838205939primaryactionlink:active {background-color:#11729E;color:#fff;}#yiv7838205939 WordPress.com | DP Lyons posted: “Two weeks and five days down, with eleven more to go. May is on the horizon and winter is growing smaller by the day. I truly love the seasons. The weather, the colors, the coming and going of God’s creatures. It’s all a mystical, magical montage of the b” | |


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