tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655925037104310209.post6562048861305694322..comments2023-06-08T10:22:04.309-04:00Comments on A writer's journey...: A Picture Says a 1000 Words....Carolyn Arnoldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14848484073538930315noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655925037104310209.post-17204322406891727692012-04-26T06:17:52.117-04:002012-04-26T06:17:52.117-04:00Beautiful and poetic prose. Thank you for sharing...Beautiful and poetic prose. Thank you for sharing Nathan.Carolyn Arnoldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14848484073538930315noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655925037104310209.post-13892370355467513942012-04-25T20:15:11.856-04:002012-04-25T20:15:11.856-04:00Forget about materialism, careless if your lawn is...Forget about materialism, careless if your lawn is flat, flawless from weeds and crab grass. Forget about city blocks, fast cars. The only violence around is raw nature battling for survival. <br />I pick up this piece of nature to my nose. Hints of natural scent roaming through me. As I glance through the hills in the valley and far distant trees. They seem closer, as if I just found home. Acceptance. Not gained love, nor lost it. Just a sense of a mutual belonging. <br />My radio is nothing but the song of birds and tall grass sweeping along each other by the gentle breeze.And the distant creek weaving through the rocks.<br />I want to be gentle here. Tip toe as if everything is sleeping. Knowing that it is not. Everything is alive. <br />I close my eyes, and just as I open them. A white horse appears in front of me. Almost like it is giving me a choice to go further in this forever beauty. Or, to turn back in the cancer of the world. The city. I climb on the horse without regret. Not looking back once, only ahead.<br />Nathan Pounder.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com