Judith Angell Meyer Poet Free verse

It Starts

She could not understand what I was saying.
I was just telling her about my summer vacation.
Our annual family motor tour.

Mountains with snow that stops where the clouds begin
Pines that climb the mountain 
until the air is so thin they can no longer grow.

Snow melting from the peaks
becoming ribbons of liquid ice, 
tumbling faster and faster
polishing rocks into pebbles
until the stream becomes a river 
flowing with deep silent power to the sea.

Deer in the forest and horses on the trails.
Eagles dancing on the thin fresh air.
Rocks as big as a house.

Puzzlement covered her face,
Disbelief in the slant of her eyes.

I was just as puzzled. 
Had she never been there? 
Could she have never seen a mountain? 
Had she never been out of town? 
Was that possible?

I went home - still pondering
Realizing how fortunate am I.

I changed my words into a picture 
so she could understand.
Her eyes grew so big.

She was amazed at what she saw.
I was amazed at her reaction.

I brought her a new world
Could I do it again?
I drew another picture, and another, and another ...

I have never stopped being amazed.


Note: This is a true story. We were ten.

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Poet Destroyer A June 16, 2013 at 5:44 PM Judith, How are you this lovely evening? :-) Congratulations with having your awesome poem featured on the soups home page.... sending hugs. Hope you are enjoying this day with your family. always & forever *LINDA

Trudy Diane Rider June 12, 2013 at 11:31 AM Congratulations on being featured! Very visual write! <3 you!

Derrick Burton January 3, 2009 at 6:51 AM wow, this is poetry my dear, love your writings and every thing you have to say.

Vince Suzadail Jr. December 30, 2008 at 8:16 PM Sounds like my Dad. He lived his life in a six block radius of our house, seldom going anywhere. I took him to a Phillies game. Ninety miles was a major trip for him. That was in the early 70's. She did stir your interest in art, a blessing in itself. God Bless. Vince

Brian Strand June 11, 2008 at 12:38 AM Pleasant to reminesce Judith.Rgds Brian & thanks for your welcome comments

Michael Degenhardt June 10, 2008 at 9:44 AM You have drawn that picture with your words as well. This is so wonderfully clear as if I, the reader, were there too. Excellent flow and just an enjoyable write. Thank you as well for your comments on my poem. Michael