nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Beginning The Poetic Journey
I forget how old I was but I was still a child. I spent some years as a cub scout going on small adventures. One was exploring Alpine Park in New Jersey. I learned some basics about living and surviving in the wild. Many activities filled the scenery, for the Boy Scouts organization occupied the land and established a safe and thriving environment for young boys to learn a skill or two. I tried the bow and arrow to rock climbing to running. I grew up playing basketball, football, tried tennis till my wrist hurt too much, and joined the track team in my senior year of high school. But as a preteen, despite how thrilled and vigorous I was for social interaction, I often daydreamed. Getting lost in reverie was something like a hobby. One day it became a necessity.
By Christian Lee4 years ago in Poets
Autumn wind autumn rain autumn chaos, love deep feeling long
Autumn wind autumn rain autumn chaos, love deep feeling long. Half a plain word, a dream, quietly whispering. A, two autumn rain, then a warm summer pouring li became the appearance of late autumn. Isn't it too cold? The sunlight on the fence isn't so bright. Even known as the face of the flowers also lost color, but cold drooping head, waiting for the end of a song when the reincarnation.
By ngoc quoc bui4 years ago in Poets
