This poem is for the
one who makes wind, rain,
the mud I squish in
between toes on summer
days spent with
mountain men on a
trail going north through
your fine forests.
I sing of you, the one
who has the sun on
my head, hemlocks overhead,
the great blue heron in my view
on a path so many take but
never finish.
I hike this hike
just for you,
so to see all of you,
the one who paints the
earth, who paints
the sky.
I think of you, only
of you as I
taste your honeysuckles,
berries, purple
violets you give
when light, rain,
air touched dirt----
And I wrote a poem.
-"To Mother Nature" won second place in the Clay County Historical and Arts Council (Adult) Poetry Contest in 2014.
http://nancysimpson.blogspot.com/2014/05/clay-county-poetry-contest-its-tie-for.html