Friday, September 08, 2006

Ridge Trail Song

...still reveling in the peace and inspiration of the visit last week.

Ridge Trail Song

On Walden Pond
I walked the Ridge Trail west.
There reflecting pallettes gold and green
and emerald in its depths --
Blue and gilled and feathered chatter,
Skipping rocks; and rest on mossy stone
The sight and sound a thrill to soul
that mortals cannot own.
I hold this sense-crescendo in a silent song
the tint and hush of which the echo is a wish
That trees and water always cleanse the earth
of mine and other human faults.
With love and reverence on the path 'round Walden Pond
Soul Journey is the walk and Ridge Trail Song.


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  2. This is a wonderful poem. I really like 'feathered chatter' i take it to mean birds, what a really good way to get them into the poem. Its one of those poems that one runs across and say to myself 'I wish that I had writen that'