Walking With

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic

As a youth, I spent many days roaming the rolling hills, woodlands, fields and streams surround our property in Western Pennsylvania. This past year I re-read Walden and discovered how much in common I had with Henry David Thoreau. I tribute this to him.

Walking With

GFJones 2010

 

I used to walk with Henry David Thoreau

Unread, this fact I did not know

Twas natural to be, among the trees

Young lad taking in, autumn’s cool breeze

 

The hardwoods would moan and bristle and clatter

As the wind through their branches would whistle and chatter

Golden snowflakes, leafage large as a hand

Whisking away the thoughts contrived by man

 

The trail of the white tail is not hard to follow

And leads to their beddings tucked into the hollow

Grouse and rabbit, turkey and squirrel

With patience the forest reveals all its pearls

 

Not far off the path, a large fallen Oak

With limb as a bench, the sun one could soak

Pure light beaming down, blue-sky overhead

The voice of the woodlands, a spirit well fed

 

As Henry predicted and time has moved on

My time in the woodlands has come and gone

Though home has changed, can never restart

In spirit those amblings remain in the heart


Submitted: January 15, 2010

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Chris Stevenson

Very nice imagery going on here. There are some outstanding poets in Booksie.

Fri, January 15th, 2010 1:36am

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Thank you Chris. I get a lot of inspiration from what I read on Booksie.

Thu, January 14th, 2010 9:07pm

Mistress of Word Play

This was just as beautifully penned as his writes. To live among our dreams and lie beside gentle streams. To rest our heads on tender grass and watch the waning days now pass. A sweet write it tells of all the things I love. Nature at its best and man loving it as he should. Lovely my friend. Susan :)

Fri, January 15th, 2010 7:25am

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What it must have been like in Thoreau's time. So much of that is gone now.

Fri, January 15th, 2010 12:28am

Mistress of Word Play

I think we will see a shift back to those gentler reflective times my dear friend. If we but continue on. Too much noise these days we have to drown some of it out. I guess I am a hopeless dreamer with stars in my eyes, but hey it costs nothing to hope and dream. Never no! I still believe in Santa, Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy as well. Take care. A beautiful write. Susan :)

Sat, January 16th, 2010 6:38am

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You sound like what I like to call a "two percenter". There is a personality profile test used in the nursing school that my wife and daughters attended that gauges ones outlook on life. My entire family fell into the two percent range that is defined by idealism as a core feature of personality. I am certain that many on Booksie fall into this category. Just think how dark the world would be without hopes and dreams.

Sat, January 16th, 2010 11:55am

palewriter

Great poem. I loved the descriptions and the real Robert Frost type feel to it. You've really captured the essence of nature in this one. I think Mr. Thoreau would be proud of it indeed.

Wed, January 20th, 2010 10:20pm

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Thanks. I re-read Walden reciently and this sort of purcolated up. Such an idyllic time in my life.

Wed, January 20th, 2010 3:45pm

Alan L Jones

To ramble on i the woods again....To walk with my brother and see those things we most remember as childhood expressed itself to us. Thank you for giving back what ment so much to me. I can see you by my side the jokes flying and the friends that we became.
Well well done.

Tue, February 23rd, 2010 5:14pm

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Ems was da daze.

Fri, February 26th, 2010 2:24pm

Graeme Montrose

I truly enjoyed reading this, it reminded me of less hectic times. I used to visit my grandparent up in the islands of the west of Scotland, ah such peaceful reflective times, wandering the hills and shores, lying in the grass reading a good book, experiencing the beauties of nature. Contemplating life. A wonderful poem that transported me to better times, well done

Thu, March 25th, 2010 1:54pm

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Thanks Graeme. Our memories are a blessing.

Sat, May 1st, 2010 8:50pm

hollydar

What a wonderful poem. So much imagery I felt I was there walking in the woods and seeing natures beauty at its very best. Thank you so much - I will be reading much more of your work. Pat

Sat, September 4th, 2010 10:39pm

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Thanks Hollydar. I wish I had more time these days for rambling in the woods.

Wed, September 8th, 2010 8:53am

glitter snow426

oh so warm, lovely and a BIG TREASURE TO CHERISH!!! The background is a very delightful one indeed, so comforting , so heartwarming!! GREAT WORK, TRULY A PERFECT SERENITY!!

Sun, June 5th, 2011 2:24pm

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I go there often in my mind. Thank you for commenting.

Mon, August 20th, 2012 2:27pm

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