A Mothers Decree
Kneeling on a weathered rock
Near top of treeless hill.
Where silent wings of hunting hawk
Ride the winds of higher still.
Distanced stands the tree line.
Their shadowed tops are seen below.
A breath of air gives hint of Pine.
The watchful deer move to-and-fro.
The sky above holds depth in blue.
Fading slow - but holds no smear.
To reach for it yields no clue
That a touch of sky exists so near.
A cardinal calls from far away.
There’s distant hammering beak-to-wood.
Faint chattering’s of a squirrel at play.
The caw of crow - then there it stood.
Beyond the trees and down the valley
Stands the bridge to town.
The road now empty - cannot see -
Through trees and rolling ground.
Beneath the bridge a stream runs free.
It’s crystal waters now run clear.
The world around to hear and see.
It's been a swift retreat to yesteryear.
In the town that lay down yonder
The steam pipes now run dry.
Smokeless stacks to ponder
Against a flawless sky.
The Cardinal and the beak-to-wood
When at a distance seldom heard.
The stream where once I stood
Slid murky and disturbed.
Seems Mother Earth grew angry.
She’s been moaning with a tilt.
She has forced her loud decree,
“Just stop it now - - - be still..!”
By: Shadow Seeker May 2020
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