Lindsay Laurie Poet Rhyme

Bushwalker

My garden, my garden, my beautiful garden
kaleidoscopic is feathers and flowers
I sit on a seat, a fine trees departing
and listen to your orchestral hours.

Only a wand, magic waved could deliver
beauty stretching for so many miles
where fences retarding are courses of rivers
and fallen trees are the styles.

I know little harmony survives around me
yet scales of justice, balance fine
who am I to say, what should or not be
I'm not part of this natural design.

Joyfully I walk through this virgin land
all so pristine, no sign of a mask
where the arbor, aviary, aquarium stand…
and not a penny is asked.

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Andrea Dietrich August 29, 2015 at 10:43 PM You not only write very amusing material, but here you are showing a very classy style with writing for nature! You are a CLASS ACT, my friend!! this one is charming. Lindsay Laurie August 31, 2015 at 2:43 AM G'day Andrea... thanks for your classy comment Andrea. Spending a lifetime in a rural environment sure helps - regards - Lindsay

Paul Schneiter August 28, 2015 at 11:01 PM This is an eloquent tribute to Mother Nature. I adore all of it, especially the last line. It is nothing but brilliant. All the best to you and your loved ones, Lindsay. Do they know an exceptionally gifted person lives among them? Lindsay Laurie August 31, 2015 at 2:40 AM Thanks again for commenting Paul. I'm well down the talent food chain here. There's a chef and a country music singer who spent four years in Texas at South Plains College Texas who are head and shoulders above me - Lindsay

Vera Duggan August 18, 2015 at 8:18 PM Lindsay what a great poem you have written here, yes we do have some wonderful bushland in this country, we have a lot of walk trails near us and a beautiful natural lake and yes it is all virgin land, I really love this one, mind you all your poems are great, take care.............Vera.. Lindsay Laurie August 31, 2015 at 2:35 AM Thank you Vera... what I enjoy with bushwalking is the chance something different each time on the same trail. I can tell though Peter and your poems that you both have a deep love of nature - Lindsay

James Horn August 11, 2015 at 6:29 AM Lindsay, We have bush and weed whackers around here trying to clean up the weeds and things we do not desire. Poets write poems to express there feelings hopefully others will find enjoyment out of and will be one that they desire. Interesting. Jim Horn Lindsay Laurie August 11, 2015 at 10:41 PM Hello James... thanks for reading and then comment. Foreign weeds are a huge problem down here too, not surprisingly coming from garden trimmings dumped amongst native scrub. As an artist I'm hopeless so I attempt to paint a picture with words - Lindsay

Kp Nunez August 11, 2015 at 2:15 AM :-)))Fortunate you! Indeed sometimes the best things in life are free. You're pulling all the stops in your nature writes, Lindsay! 7. hugs Lindsay Laurie August 11, 2015 at 10:35 PM Thank you once again for your compliment Kim. Nature provides so much to write about... sometimes I wish I could actually paint though - thank you Kim - Lindsay

John Williams August 10, 2015 at 7:14 AM Just lovely Lindsay---so many people miss out on what you see every day----- I will hire a bus and we will ship a whole load of city folk out to your place for the day--you cook the scones----we'll show people the other side of life----nature---and it's free----although i will need $50 per person for the bus--hahaha----John Lindsay Laurie August 11, 2015 at 10:29 PM I dunno John... do you think city folk can put aside leeches, march fly's, tiger snakes, and bull ants to take a chance on seeing a lyrebird, beautiful firetail finch, and maybe a goanna... I know I would, and possibly you would too - catch you soon John - Lindsay