It's ok if my look represents nothing,
I hope it's not too late, when you realize that it's for you

We listen to it...
We think...
We dream about it...
We search, we choose the words...
We write and use it in many ways...
flying trough our imagination, we learn...
Something that we share, and bring us together for many reasons...
Something for today, tomorrow and always...

I call it poetry.

Where has gone the lands we knew?
Of waving grass and glistening dew
All fallen to the housing plan
Devised by an educated city man
Educated!!!!
Those once green green fields and woodland tracts
Have succumbed to bulldozer blades and felling axe
No more the places where as kids we played
On those beautiful sunlit days
Now landfill sites and city dumps
Cover the places where we once ate a picnic lunch
Gone are the fields and woodland glades
Where we once spent our sun filled days

What happens? And why?
Why is the world turned so loud ...
Do we forget what we learned?
We don't know what we are doing...
Where we stand and what to believe...
We are not sure where we are going this days...
We are talking at the same time...
We don't listen to each other...
And when we listen, we don't understand...
We chase things that we don't need...
We search for differences that shouldn't exist...
We are so careless and selfish...
In this days we have no shame...

Calm down, breathe...
Go back to who we truly are...
The world is beautiful and big enough for every one of us!

When you're gone...
Silence can be louder...
The winter days are much longer,
And it feels colder than ever before...

When you're gone...
Sleep is no longer natural cause...
No thoughts, no ideas to right it about...

When you're gone...

Only a empty mind remains.

Something I always do in Summer
Is just sit beneath my tree
Yes, my tree
Why?
Because it's about a 3 kilometer walk along a deer path
Anyway sit under that spruce with its shade giving branches
And you enter another world
The heady aroma of pine resin fills the air
Squirrels chatter in contentment over my head
I watch insects unknown to me
Walk the aerial ways
Ants in synchronized dance
The bark cracks do invade
Even in a gentle rain Mollie and I can share this space
Just sit and crack open another beer
And live for another day
No noise but natures noise
No rancid petrol or diesel fumes
Just the smell of mole turned soil
The sound of natures tunes
You know I love to sit in these lonely places
Mollie at my feet
Sit here with a pen and pad
In this special place where I and nature meet
I come here to sit and write sometimes just to think
But all to often when I leave
The pad is shy of ink
You see most of the time I'm quite content
To sit in filtered sun
Most of all I'm so elated
When I join with nature
When nature and I merge as one