The beaver slaps the water, the deer bounds away.
The squirrel sounds a threat and the pine trees sway.
The creek can be heard bubbling and with a gurgle or two,
the waters faint rush will awe inspire you.
The sun shines down warming the day.
The fog mists around and departs over the bay.
I feel the wind in my face and hear natures sounds.
I have that song in my heart so far from the towns.
Find me a place where the meadow lark sings,
and the sun shines off the water of a bubbling spring.
Locate the source of Mother Natures love.
Where the blue sky surrounds you
in the flight of a dove.
This poem was composed while I was running a 110 mile run from Palmdale to Gorman, CA and back. I find that the further I get from nature the less I wish to run. I've developed a fondness for Nature that "runs" throughout my creativity. Most of my poems have been composed while running. Living now in Southern CA, I miss the pines, streams, lakes and natures beautiful things. I always avoided running on streets, and spent most of my time following deer trails in the backcountry.
Written June 7th 2005