Leah Yoho Poet Personification

No Restrictions

Society labels all that we do.
Driving is for the old,
and playing is for the young.
Yet one thing remains for both to share.
                    Nature.
Too not only see the beauty of the hills, but to feel them and hear them sing.
Every hill has a story, and every tree and deer path, maybe more.
Every creek and stream can whisper secrets from the past,
telling the story of others who stopped to drink from the same waters.
One life doesn't have to end for a new one to begin.
Life can become endless, if you know how to make it last, it's one of the secrets of nature.
To be shared with the young and the old.
No restrictions apply.


      (Old and young in this poem refers to adults and kids)

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Vince Suzadail Jr. July 26, 2008 at 6:02 PM When my grandfather and I took walks, there was a special bonding, shring the beauty of nature or even going for a couple of beers and having a soda with him. I wonder if my grandkids feel the same. Beautifully written, Leah. Vince

Sharon Winter July 25, 2008 at 2:35 PM So true and beautifully written. The miracles of nature are endless and so alive, and what a joy to know it is a common ground for all. Leah, no apology necessary, just keep writing! Enjoy your summer. Love, Shar

Deneen White July 24, 2008 at 2:52 PM Hi Leah, you are right all can share in nature whether young or old, nice creative write, take care D-nyce

Michael Degenhardt July 24, 2008 at 8:42 AM Leah, you convey to the readers a fantastic message, a truth. Your imagery used to convey this supports the argument that age is irrelevent, it's concidental and that restrictions should never apply. Very well written. Michael