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No One Knows Where I Am
by Ronald A PavellasNo one knows where I am
Covered by oak and laurel
Surrounded by thistle and grass
Bathed by a cooling wind
This hill is home to many
The insects and animals
Subdued by simmering sun
I am the visitor here
No one is here with me
My thoughts are mine alone
Influenced by no other
Save the rustling trees and grass
These are my companions
The rocks, the ground
Overlaid with years of leaves
The darting fly thirsting for my sweat
The bird guarding her nest
The welcome breeze cooling my body
The meadows now turn sere
Having only recently been so green
With Spring's towering rains
And I sit in this familiar place
A witness once again
To the endless cycle of
Growth decay and re-birth
And no one knows where I am
11/07/2001 Posted on 11/07/2001
Copyright © 2024 Ronald A Pavellas
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/05/06 at 02:57 AM Beautiful marriage with the natural world - a special moment by yourself. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 08/07/14 at 12:05 PM I simply love this poem. You have captured the very essence of poetry and the way I feel when I am fortunate to feel such. Congratulations on POTD. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/07/14 at 08:40 PM Good to see this as POTD! Such an intimate feel to this even with life bustling all around you. |
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