A Quiet Life

A Quiet Life

I was never one for white-water rafting.

I much prefer a stroll by a river bank,

watching the sun glinting

on pure clear water,

as it tumbles over polished pebbles

and ragged rocks.

I long to smell the country air,

the sun caressing my face,

as I enjoy the changing vistas

at each bend of the stream;

lost in private thought.

Each, wood and field and meadow

has its charm.

Each water lily, reed and blade of grass

unique beauty.

Each step I take upon a sodden

toe path,

twigs and earth and leaf mould

beneath my shoe,

is a rare thing.

As are the cows,

chewing the cud in blissful ignorance,

the lambs frolicking on the hillsides,

or the rabbits

cautiously grazing upon their own

caecotrophs.

Here, I am far from life's

brutality, away from her stresses

and demands.

Here I am free to think

and feel.

 

18/01/17

Reviews

[Hi]

This is just nice simple expression; unpretentious, and setting of a scene as much as emotions. Thanks.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Matt. And thgank you for giving me the opportunity to revise this piece. I took off my 'arms and legs' lol!

[DIVYA]

"Each step I take upon a sodden
toe path,
twigs and earth and leaf mouldprec
beneath my shoe,
is a rare thing"

Nature and all its creatures are so endearing and yet I felt slightly sad for the real treasures we pass up for the fake ones of the world, trading the bliss for the stress and there is so little time. All of it makes such moments all the more precious and rare.

So appreciated John...

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Yes we so easily pass by the essential. Thank you Divya.