"Call of Nature" By Rolly A. Chabot
Hi all... please do come in and make yourself at home, help yourself to all the goodies and gather around the Fireside and please feel free to stay as long as you like.
I see according to the weather forecasts we are getting some nasty weather this year all across the east side of North America. Some changes are happening and I feel for those who are feeling the effects.
Well settle in, the fireplace is burning and Quigley is on the ready to pass out some love and of course grab any crumbs that hit the floor. What am I up too, well it seems as though the attempt at being a poet has hit again and I wanted to share something with you.
I have been one of the most fortunate men I think because I have lived in some of the most pristine wilderness settings a man could ask to have been in. At times I was certain that I was the only man who had ever walked or canoed through these regions in the far north. Something happens to the heart, the mind and the sole when you get the sense you are the first. This land was pure, untouched and unhurt after I left. I wanted to share a few thoughts with you.
Block out all thoughts and travel with me as I ramble on in my second attempt at poetry... above all know that you are loved...
Purity In Nature
Purity in Wilderness
Come sit awhile on this ridge I find dear
She calls to us all high above the unknown
To take the time to ponder our ways
Her call is for us is simple to give her an ear.
Look at what we have created through years of neglect
We have taken and taken to our hearts own desire
We have robbed, stole, pillaged and raped all she has
We have done so with little and far to often with no respect.
She has stood by and taken it for years
Of our indifference we have shown
Forgetting of the future of those we call our loves
As we continue to dump on their inheritance without fear.
Yet let her lash out with her fury and shown us her might
Through storms floods earthquake fire and disaster
We run and we scatter for she speaks loud and clear
Maybe oh maybe she has enough and started to fight.
Over the years I have watched what we have done
With little thought of tomorrow and the harm it may do
Or what it may bring and yet we continue
We take more of what we need yes it is us all and it is us we are the one.
Come sit with me high on this ridge
Away from the clutter we leave
Trash from our fast food, shopping and treasures
Entertain this thought of a land without bridge.
Where a world without garbage has not found its way
To a place so pure you can drink from a stream
Where the sky is so clear and the air sweet and pure
You utter the words knowing there is another day.
Listen to the wind whispering her claims
It carries the sound of its joy
High above we can sail to a land seen by few
This is the time to consider she speaks all our names.
Come to a land free of pollution
Far to the north we will travel
Where man has not yet left his mark
This may be a place where the nature teaches the solution.
© Rolly A. Chabot
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