You have often whined that your poetry is misunderstood
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you claim that your mis-craft is a device. It's not. It's just bad poetry

the details you give about nature. You always look to be part of it, is this a Frost effect or comes after so many strolls in nature?
I loved the title as it explicitly says what is it all about
and also the last stanza as it captures the similarity between us and nature and make us part of it.
I enjoy it as always ..Thanks for sharing

I can feel smell and see the woods
the walks here

descriptive poetry about experience is hard

I have an aussie woman friend and I can see her
land through Google maps and watch shows online
about the bush over there or the city life
the surfers the hipsters and music thats new
and vibrant now

(every era has its music that comes and goes like tree rings
nothing is meant to stay forever)

Ive had the luck to travel north and far south and to each
ocean and walk some woods along the way
all that I remember still inside
and when I push myself or go with a friend on the trails
its all there.. the beauty beyond the walls
or day to day purpose we pursue

Thank You

I loved the american west and the euro times of turn of the century
The photos on glass with lighting were classic
Tombstone and Deadwood
Rasputin at the Imperial courts
Buffalo Bill
and the beauties of Tent city!

The natives knew that from contacts of christian help
that talking and selling of land and culture and heritage
were of utmost importance.. Lincolns speechs were
beautiful... Some of the native north american descriptors
of their land which was very spitirually connected to them
were iconic adresses when the ordinary machinery of
corporate business were grinding them up for the mineral
water and resource rights..... Ex veterans from the civil war, hardcore and
hardened were fighting the warriors who were hardened
from early youth in battles with other tribes and knew hand to hand
combat on horseback...What epic battles those must have been
the last of the true old way wars until Teddy Roosevelts charge
on San Jaun Hill on horseback..

the christian appeal of the slaughtering and butchering of women
and children after the men caught the media attention and the drive
and campaign was on for the underlying cause for all the conflict.

Great poetic speechs were made about the land
spiritualitiy etc..

I met Ernest Borgnine in Wawa once on his drive
through america and he recommended that we
see the Black Hills of South Dakota and he was
right...

there is nothing like a walk in nature
the murmur of a stream or the mystery of
evening mists and fog creeping across
the glades to awaken the most buried
passion and awe in most!

That you write your poems on nature is
refreshing... I have only been up
from Kentucky and never travelled
throguh the mountians of the
eastern states but from descriptions
of the Blue Hills and shows telling
of coal minning and moon shinning
it looks epic and beautiful!

Thank you

It was the pursuit of wealth that led the British, French, Spanish, etc. to nearly wipe out the indigenous populations of whatever lands they infested. I am an admirer of your poetry, but i choose to disagree with your perception of history and politics. Regards Roscoe..PS, This poem is pretty damn good.. sorry.

Another gem! I like your rhyming structure - and the title is perfect, You poems are so wonderfully discriptive and show astute observation. I also like the way you have made a comparison - between the tattered leaves and our own decay.

It must be truly lovely in South Carolina at this time of year.

Thanks for sharing Stan

Love Mand xxxxx

Another angle on the outsides beauty no matter what season it is.
I was as mad as ten snakes this year as the summer was late by about 4 weeks now you are saying that Autumn is trickling in. damn, damn, damn.
I was hoping to have some beans for a few weeks yet lol,
I noticed that the bees were absent until about two weeks ago and all the flowers were unfertilized, just fell off and there were many of them.
Then the Lavender flowered and the bees found us here, winter was long and cold, then spring and summer came all at once a strange year.
I was putting pic's on my Facebook site of june and july there you will see all the flowers coming in at the same time,
We usually have two crops of oilseed rape, the farmers just ploughed the first crop back in as it was useless, but I notice that the wheat is doing OK.
Well that will do, another gem from your outside view, Yours Ian.T

that is hinted at in the next to last stanza so I found the end question both depressing and incomplete. Meter-wise, line 9 gave me some trouble. Overall, I agree with Rula about the details of nature. Not having any red clay here, I appreciate a detailed look at someone else's landscape.