Summer changes

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Summer Changes
My mind wonders over the leaves
in directions the wind blows,
in one direction then the opposite,
flushing sharp points across the
way, my mind wonders this way
and that.  Never stopping for a moment’s breath
never, no, forever wondering this way and that.
My mind ponders over the way 
the leaves gather, still.  Until
the wind brushes them into any direction,
this and that, no way there but
everywhere here.  My mind wonders,
it ponders well.  Deep into my inner mind,
Until I understand the nature of summer, 
a nature I know is warm as the weather,
when it wants to be humid and pollinated,
as the bees and wind that scatter 
the seeds of life giving flowers.
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Centennial Ode to the National Parks

 A red travels along the Going-to-the-Sun Road as part of the FDR commemorative trip in Glacier National Park. 
Photo: Glacier NPS Flickr/Jacob W. Frank

Centennial Ode to the National Parks

The drive pass the mountain peaks at Glacier
are steadfast foundations even in the August heat
that stands upright – grand and palatial;
giving my heart, that awesome; Reverential thudding beat.
How can this be a hundred years that have graced our land?
When our forefathers walked peacefully through the rugged territory,
With many a Tale told for future generations to understand,
To marvel at and pass down to their families.
The rocks and stones in the lakes have seen many go by,
along the banks, that are trodden on for centuries past;
holding back tales that would make a grown man cry –
of sorrows of a homeland that are now museum artefact plates encast.
Human failings have caused misery to those peaceful dwellers:
their lives torn asunder to far-flung places!
Only a few remnants of American Indian history are reminders,
of a past that belonged to nature’s indigenous races.
A century has past and goodness of the earth’s natural land
Has become our refuge in times of troubles and distress,
As we savour the rich earthly smells that pervades our sensory glands,
And the scenic landscapes appeal to our natural senses.
Are we not fiercely proud of our national parks?
That rewards us with bounteous greenery so pleasing
Of spacious walking areas that keep us as happy as a lark?
As we hum out songs to the mountainous ranges, in solitary ease.

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