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Tag: nature
The Silence of Nature
Sometimes it shrieks, hoots or creaks,
whistles, cries, trills or squeaks,
rattles, russles gurgles or moans,
babbles, crackles, grunts or groans.
Sometimes it chatters, chirps or howls,
baas, ribbits, hisses, roars or growls,
cackles, coos, squawks or crows,
chitters, bleats, clucks or bellows.
Sometimes it, barks, buzzes or caws,
clicks, gobbles, gurbles or heehaws,
moos, humms, oinks, meows or neighs,
peeps, purrs, quacks, snuffles or brays
the silence of nature is a never-ending song,
forget your troubles and come sings along.
~Sound of Nature~
A small stream gurgles,
a cool brook babbles,
the river meanders along.
The sea waves crash,
the universe whispers,
it’s all part of nature’s song.
~ After the storm…
That storm had my heart beating
as I rode herd through the night
All that rumbling of thunder
and savage flashes of light
The darkness felt uneasy
as drenching rain fell in shrouds
And with each flash of lightning
I saw thick black boiling clouds
Well the storm has passed on by
and morning drifts o’er the plain
I sit here in my saddle
tired and damp from last night’s rain
Gazing across this landscape
where everything’s been washed clean
There’s a mist on the mountains
so heavy they can’t be seen
The cattle graze peacefully
day rises over the hills
Under this low hanging sky
my world sits silent and still
From between my horses ears
in this gray light of the day
I see all of God’s glory
so I bow my head to pray
To thank God for seeing fit
to bring me through that dark night
Letting me witness once more
his majestic morning light
Sometimes it makes me wonder
how Heaven could truly be
anything more glorious
than this valley is to me
~ Daydreaming…
If I could only be a summer breeze
gently stirring the leaves of aspen trees
while drifting slow across this valley floor
If I could only be a butterfly
then I could flit and float about the sky
rest upon some flowers to be adored
If I could only be a red tailed hawk
then the people would point at me and gawk
while high up above their heads I would soar
If I could only be a spotted deer
I would drink from the mountain stream so clear
I could see the trout swimming from the shore
If I could only gather up the nerve
I could give you the life that you deserve
I would never be alone anymore
But I cannot be any of these things
because it is a cowboy’s life I sing
and a cowboy I will stay evermore
Jerry Brotherton 