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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Memories Of Youth And Nature, Were A True Blast, In collaboration with Riabi Dziri, Besma Beautiful dawn a Nature walk would do one good Across the flower filled pond, into the woods With hearty breakfast, soul could be truly blessed This truth, with faith love must be truly confessed Nature has its always wonders awed this eager soul Youth my favorite poet was always Thoreau His wondrous verses to this happy heart did sing And Nature's beauty, its marvelous gem did bring! My human soul blessed to be brought to this earth By a youth whose Mother Nature the land of birth Summer our host along with granny and grandad Much love and sweet nature added to what we had With daily sun walked paths till his face would fade Flooding memories into my heart, so much weighed “Trees are poems that dear earth writes upon the sky” Shall we strive to embrace love letting our souls fly? First for me was in my childhood our old farm pond There croaking brightly the frogs which I was so fond Game trails across flowering meadows to the hills When I remember, I get such delightful chills That summer morn, with golden sun gleaming so bright And oh my, flashing fireflies we caught that sweet night My first little green turtle what a wondrous catch And wild ducks how I watched their batch of eggs hatch. I still recall the wake of dawn and cockcrowing The sight of early bird granny her goat milking The taste of butter and ghee from the sheep skin My great glee shaking shookwa as my head would spin The echo of giggles when my head did dangle Against the far end of well, laughter would jangle How can I forget prickly pears harvest season Despite the stinging glochid, that was my Eden. In June, the small critters really got to going Down by the farm's little creek, its clear stream flowing Days I spent going across that woody terrain I sputter trying its grand beauty to explain That July, I read how to a forest explore Heart and soul set to venture to another shore That God gave us Nature's treasures, blessing indeed Spring its colourful flowers came from Nature's seeds. On sunny days grandpa reaped by hand wealth of land His back bent for hours, no whine for what he could stand Feeding and herding sheep, one other blessing and grace Weary were his bones gratitude wearing his face For long serving Mother Earth reaping its treasure A forged nature and an insight beyond measure Glory be to God recited on prayer beads Divine favour to an offspring of beauty seeds. Robert J. Lindley, 1-15-2022, In collaboration with Riabi Dziri, Besma shookwa : a container of sheep skin we fill with milk then we shake for a while right and left to produce fresh butter. https://youtu.be/1NaGAQM-VQE Quote: “Agriculture is the most healthful, most useful, and most noble employment of man.” — George Washington ******* My poet's note: My friend, it is to me is a great honor to join in composing this new collaboration with you. That we together can write of youth and or personal lives as we grew up in our respective countries. In that we both came from a rural background with farming an integral part of our lives. Your verses reveal that Nature was indeed an important factor in making us each the person we became. With the important acknowledgement that beloved family gave us each so very much love and that nurturing, lead us to the Art of Poetry that became a very important part of who we are now.
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