Awestruck - Poem #1 in the Spencer Creek Trilogy
My backyard! Great beauty is found.
Though, I didn’t always know,
and I was sort of just a schmo.
‘Twas not but several years ago,
I’d trek along the trail,
oblivious to the snails,
thumbs thumping iPhone,
iPod pop tunes, head down,
wrapped in my own sound,
iMind my iBusiness.
I digress... In my middle-aged nowadays,
I listen to what the bird says;
clamouring cicadas, thundering clouds, and the creaky tree
all have messages for me.
Water turns and churns;
cascading creek rushes rocks.
If you really listen, the creek truly talks.
When inspiration I seek,
I take myself for a peek,
to sit upon a rock by my creek.
Listen. Hear nature speak.
In utter awe, struck by many mighty moments -
Oh, dear! A deer,
and me, we
share a stare
while the hare hops and
Squirrel goes over the bridge.
“It’s a great place to be,” said the biker to the poet.
** And just so you know, this is a true story, more or less, or less is more... or perhaps it was all but a dreamer’s dream, or a poet’s poem...
Original Poetry - a work in progress spanning several years, from first conception/original ideas, evolving into and through several poems, ultimately coming together into this, the first piece of the Spencer Creek Trilogy, by Nicola Schneider, Poet
Read and critiqued at the Tower Poetry Society Workshop in Hamilton, March 9, 2019