you ever get the feeling,
when the wind blows,
the tree leaves shaking,
mother nature changing,
left there waiting,
yet you hesitate.
ride the rainbow,
ride the sun,
feel the love inside,
moon shadows,
eagles soaring overhead,
you just can’t wait.
suck in the ice air,
feel the heat of the fires,
snow on the mountains,
white on the sea,
waves of emotion,
make life your own gift.
Steve Boddey June 2010
12 comments:
Wow this is pretty!
yes life!
Pamela
Your write with the remembrance of simply loving life. This is a real gift indeed! Thanks for the reminder... and I love your rainbow! Amy (Sharp Little Pencil)
You only get one go at it, so make it count.
Just beautiful, Steve...that's what its all about. (And I have been to New Zealand and love it!)
http://inthecornerofmyeye.blogspot.com/2010/06/gift.html
I love sharing your gift xxxx
Steve, your poem leaves me with a feeling of peacefulness.
http://troublebeingstrong.blogspot.com/2010/06/let-me-speak.html
Aaaaah! Nothing else, just aaaaaah!
Each day a gift
each moment waiting
to be unwrapped.
Elizabeth
The cadence, whoa, the cadence. I love this. A lot.
The rhythm sharpens the meaning in a way that appeals to the music in me. Thank you.
Beautiful Steve and loving the look of the blog :)
I love your last line.
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