Summer's Haze
The grass shimmers in the the gentle breeze
Moving in waves that seem to caress the ground beneath
It twists and turns as if escaping an unseen foe
Yet in its urgency a beauty is exposed
I sit here on this hill alone but for my thoughts.
The warm sun kisses my face like no mortal dare
It grabs me and shares my very soul
I relax here like no other place on earth.
In the distance cattle graze unaware of my thoughts
Heads down in green field like silken blanket,
The many people in the distance, so many working
Ploughing, walking, driving, all with thoughts and dreams
I feel like an observer, a judge, a spectator on life, not in it
I wonder if others dare go to where I am right now
A time of reflection, self-pity, judgement, a time of reckoning.
All my senses are alive unburdened of their daily routine
The summer's haze fades the farthest view,
Butterflies caress the ground in flight, then settle, but only for a second.
Their flight of fancy catching the eye as if their lives depended on it,
They tussle mid-air as if to celebrate their very existence.
The smell of harvest floats on the breeze, it fills my lungs with the taste of my youth
The days spent running in fields and climbing trees,
Days when the summer sun went on forever, or at least so it seemed
The memories of rain and dark clouds conveniently erased as we grow into adulthood.
Here is peace. Here is the world that I have come to love, just showing off.
I am no stranger here, I am embraced and empowered with a faith
That faith is strong, it has the power to draw me to it like a moth toward light
I feel as one with my surroundings, I am happiest here, its where I belong. My Hill.
poem by Dave James
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