When we came to this land, there was an old sign out front that said "Meadowlark." It was pretty decrepit and I always planned to make a new sign but never did. I still think of this land as Meadowlark. We have two little ponds. The one you are looking at is the bigger of the two--and its still pretty small. The other is smaller and totally covered with fresh, organic, watercress. The good thing about having these ponds is that the whole animal neighborhood comes down to drink. We have a blue heron, ducks, turtles once in a while. Turkeys, a fat fine fox and her kits. Once I even saw a marten. And of course: deer. We have a whole herd up on the hill and in the spring, if we are lucky, we get to see tiny fawns, smaller than a medium-sized dog being brought down to the edge of the pond to drink. You might say this pond is a blessing magnet, the well-spring of life on our land.
Bye for now.
Pretty. For a second I thought the first body of water was the pond. Wow, that is small, I thought. Then I saw the pond :)
ReplyDeleteRoger
how delightful to have you so present to us all, Jason! I love reading these simple entries. Thank you - I am so glad you are jamming again!!
ReplyDeleteI glanced through your eyes,
ReplyDeletefor a moment
walked your steps
and what was revealed
is here
for all to see.
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SHARING MEADOWLARK
lend me your eyes
that I might see
the waters of your land
where students gather
to drink of your pond
to wander hand-in-hand
Show me your forested
winters growth
your stillness frosted glass
the rugged fallen
leaves of life
narrow and wide
your path
Share with me
your sweet delights
see what your eyes have seen
tread slowly while my gaze adjusts
to new places i have been