and the joy that it gives:
Dundas, Ontario, it's Our Valley-Town,
Along Spencer Creek, where nature abounds.
In my backyard, Great Beauty is found.
Though I didn't always know,
and I was sort of just a schmo;
For it was not but several years ago...
I'd trek along the trail,
oblivious to the snails.
Thumbs thumping iPhone,
iPod pop tunes, head down,
and wrapped in my own private sound.
iMind my iBusiness,
but now it seems I digress...
In my middle-aged Nowadays,
I listen to what the bird says,
the clamouring cicadas,
thundering and the creaky tree.
The water is turning and churning,
that cascading creek, rushing those rocks!
If you really listen, you know that the creek truly talks.
When it's inspiration that I seek
I take myself out for a peek.
Sitting on a rock by a creek
I listen and hear nature speak.
And I'm in utter awe
of many mighty, minuscule, meaningful moments:
Oh, dear! A deer
share a stare
while the hare hops and the squirrel goes over the bridge.
"You're an Artist. And it's a great place to Be," said the biker to the Dreamer.
And, just so you know
this is a true story,
more or less, or less is more...
Maybe it was all but a dreamer's dream,
or a poet's poem?
Here is the complete adventure in photographs: