The salmon work so hard
but the water runs so fast.
It holds them back; they push.
They flail; they fail.
It pushes them back, again.
They keep trying, again and again.
The water keeps rushing and raining; flowing and filling up the creek.
The salmon keep rushing and rallying; floundering and falling back.
Is it futile?
It’s life; the will forces the way.
But who’s will and who’s way?
Brains and brawn; Beauty doesn’t matter.
The whole thing is beautiful.
It inspires me.
It depresses me.
But the Salmon know:
It’s better to die a big death than to live a small life.
It Keeps Coming
On a walk through town and forest
I love where I live
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:
.... plus 0.9K by mistake....
And, it seems that I may have meant to post this back in the fall, and didn't, until now... I have skipped the horrible winter months... but I managed to get in a couple runs over the March Break... using the Run, Zombies! app. And then, I got my wee baby toe run over in a grocery shopping cart incident and couldn't put on a running shoe...and my music got wiped out on my iTunes... but all has been recovered and I'm hoping for some nice long weekend weather so I can get back at it! So, there!
In Beauty May I Walk.
Around About Valley Town in August
It's a common enough choice, really … between encouraging tourism to view the environment and sacrificing the environment to bring in tourists… This is our first hike since the Lower Webster's Falls Area had been closed off...
a leap into the past…
'Round Our Place
Dundas, Ontario is a great place to exercise. I discovered the perfect place, a set of stairs near Hope Street, off Hatt Street....
After my exercise — 4 sets of 5 stair cases (5 x 52 stairs) x 4 = 1040 steps! — I took my time returning home along the Spencer Creek Trail.....
Along Spencer Creek, or, Why I Love Living in, Our Valley Town, Dundas, Ontario
I love Dundas so I'm gonna show it with my pictures!
~ Navajo Prayer ~
In beauty may I walk.
All day long may I walk.
Through the returning seasons may I walk.
Beautifully will I possess again...
Beautifully joyful birds...
On the trail marked with pollen may I walk.
With grasshoppers about my feet may I walk.
With dew about my feet
may I walk.
With beauty may I walk.