Special poem for a special lady on a special (90th)
birthday.
Ruth Mary
I see you on your deck in calm contemplation,
the river, flowing calmly, wide as a lake,
a cliff-drop below you.
Close your eyes.
Feel the breeze.
Hear the call of the loon.
Let Engeland embrace you.
Without turning your head you sense all of its parts.
Unerringly you trace the path to the Green Cottage
on its perch overlooking Snake Rock and the new bunkie.
Smell the fragrance of pine.Touch the texture of rock
You know every contour of the steps
passed the laundry, to the beach.
Your toes touch the rock
where you start your daily swim
the water smooth as silk,
refreshing you, body and soul.
Close by is the Hex, whose every corner
you know so well.
There's the trailer and a small climb to the Mouse House.
You smell the crackling fire in a firepit,
or perhaps one of Dwight's special, roaring brush fires.
You know every rock that gives the landscape its personality.
You hear,
family chatter
the sound of laughter
the splash of swimmers
the chug of an ancient motor;
the delicious sound of silence.
You remember
moments shared,
moments of solitude
moments to cherish.
Engeland, your spiritual home
embraces you, and you are blessed.
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