The Writer and the Wild – A Poem About Nature and Writing
White winged wonder wandering,
wobbling west beside water.
Flitting feathers flying –
flocks fleeing for fields of gold.
Sun shinning. Stream shimmering.
Chinook salmon swimming, spawning sacks, spewing semen.
Man musing merrily, mindfully mapping manuscript
In a mad, maniacal manner.
-Poem Written by Justin Farley
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Pondering At Sunrise – A Christian Poem on the Beauty of Nature
I look out into the morning sky,
Waiting for the curtain of night to lift,
And the same questions I’ve sought answers
To for ages keep rolling through my head:
Why can’t I accept grace as a gift
And not as a reward to be earned?
Why do these doubts keep nagging at me,
Even when the truth has been revealed?
Why do I have to examine and scrutinize
Every minuscule detail and refuse to believe
Unless I can see and touch you with my eyes and hands?
Why do I continue to play you,
constantly trying to solve your mystery
And needing to know all the answers?
Why do I still not trust you,
Even though you’ve shown me no reason to be alarmed?
And why do I continue to push you away
When my soul longs and years for you love?
My pondering has almost made me miss
The beauty of the sunrise.
I look out in the morning sky,
Admiring the beauty of your creation,
And for a moment, my questions become irrelevant.
-Poem Written by Justin Farley
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SAD – A Poem About Winter and Seasonal Affective Disorder
The wind whips against the shutters.
Brutal blasts of cold swirl in the breeze.
Hope seems tattered and scattered,
lying buried beyond the brink of spring.
As I gaze out from within my frozen fortress,
I square off, locked in a duel with death.
Fighting against the feelings of emptiness
lodged deep within my breast.
Void of a guiding and burning passion –
A fire whose flames lick and warm my heart.
Void of all willpower to take action –
left to remain shivering in the dark.
The lingering darkness leaves me blind –
unable to see beauty from my eyes.
The mundane landscape manages only to supply
drab and dreary images of black and white.
A long and trying winter,
starving and salivating for a feast on light.
Restlessly and ravenously awaiting spring’s dinner,
to sink our teeth back into life.
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The Greatest Spectacle in Town – Poem About the Beauty of Nature At Sunrise
There’s beauty on the horizon,
the cock’s announcing the resounding crow.
The wisps of night fade away,
replaced by dawn’s early glow.
The treetops shake off their early shower,
still covered with dew drops from leaf to branch.
The birds of the forest push play on melody’s record,
inviting you to join their dance.
Get up! Get that coffee brewing.
Don’t miss your chance to catch the morn’.
When mother nature wields her magic
and the veil of night is vanquished and torn.
Don’t be afraid to trade your comfort of slumber.
Don’t hit snooze, roll over, or pull the window shade down.
For the early hours of morning hold
the greatest spectacle in town.
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I Prefer – Poem about Country Life
I prefer the pastures beyond the prairie,
way back without any glimpse of home-
for that’s where joy seems to find me-
it’s in seclusion I feel least alone.
I prefer the forest beyond the fields,
where treetops shield me from the outside world,
where the peaceful melodies of mother nature heals,
and the beauty of birds and animals unfold.
I prefer the dusty dirt road,
beyond where the gravel meets concrete-
where the wild wind blows,
and creeks and streams take the place of city streets.
I prefer watching sunrises and sunsets-
they’re more real than so called “reality t.v.”
Enjoy moving slow enough to relax and rest
under the cool shade of the sycamore tree.
I prefer working with my own two hands
and not being a slave to the American Dream-
restlessly trying to live up to more and more demands,
only to spend our lives earning more and more unneeded things.
Yes. I prefer the pastures beyond the prairie,
where Peace and the Creator graze,
where I can hear your silence speak to me
and mother nature endlessly sings your praise.
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In the moments of morning,
just before the sun wakes to greet the day,
just before the birds sing the news that it’s time to rise,
I think of you and delight in the beauty of your ways-
How you come to us so simply, yet not without hints of mystery,
humble yet remain — wild, unconquered and unable to ever be tamed.
I reflect on the beauty unfolding around me, and I have to wonder
Who am I to even know your name?
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