Pristine Pondering

Is there still such a place?

What were my eyes searching for 
As we sat awhile above the crowd?
Taking in the freedom’s wind
Forming shapes from timid clouds

I cast my cares
to the brisk mountain air
In hopes that I might see
What hunter's eyes
had not yet spied
in curiosity

I asked myself 
is there such a place
In the deepest patch of wood?
Where human hands 
have not yet touched
And avid feet have not yet stood?

A place the axe has ne'er been rung
Or a bullet's aim has failed
Beyond the azure lakes and streams
Where a child's boat has sailed

A place in which the artist's brush
Has not been quick to spy
Where nature reveals her handiwork
Unknown to human eye

Where boughs remain unbroken
And peace is ever still
A part of life we have yet to find
And perhaps we never will

Reviews

[Neville]

With so much going on in this crazy world today, it does indeed make one wonder if such places still exist....I must be very lucky and consider myself blessed because there are yet a few places nearby that fit the bill.....A delightful poem Mari, well structured and brimming with ideals that many of us cherish.....N

[Robin Saxon]

Looking for that which will never be found.
With just a few lines, you have summed up our need to find somewhere untouched, untainted, free from the very ones who so desperately trying to find it.
Paradise lost.
Good piece of writing

[Mari' Emeraude]

Thank you Robin. You hit the nail on the head!