"mantids" poems
The first taste of Fall , with a slight nip in the air , reminds me of a five year old in his Astronaut gear ! Football helmet , pliers and hammer from Dads tool case ! Yellow raincoat and cowboy boots , outside the Eagle on Tranquility Base , Neil Armstrong exploring the creek beside the Mothership ...Home ..Crawdad matches , tadpoles , mud puppies , mantids , a few June Bugs with kite string tied to one leg ..Aggies , Immies , shooters and swirls , GI Joes , jack stones and wood gliders ....
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 3:00 PM UTC
Leaves still falling all around
Painting holy hallowed ground
Shades of red, orange, yellow, and brown
The trees as kings have lost their crowns
The purest awe we take for granted
gets overlooked and slighted, slanted.
Flocks of birds or lovely mantids
This place we haunt is quite enchanted.
A holy ether fills our lungs
Our hearts still beating just like drums
Our inner truths burn bright like many suns
And creative insight our way comes.
It’s gorgeous when we do then find
pure inspiration in our minds
no longer feeling trapped, confined
the gift to see our peers as kind.
It’s practically our civic duty
to show these people their inner beauty
The light that touches everything
Is the light within you that makes you sing.
Oct 27, 2024
Oct 27, 2024 at 9:50 AM UTC