Beaver Dam

by Leonard M Hawkes

When the Land called
And my Soul answered,

And when my Intellect
Seemed or seems both
The Cause and the Victim;

When I happen to see
Through other eyes
My Could-Haves:

I thank God for the Truth
That I still Recognize,
For the honest Light
That I still claim as Mine:

And I walk our country
Lane more resolutely;
Relish the scent of
Wood smoke in the wind,
Look upward first then
Outward to the Mountains,
And thank my God for
The Mud upon my Boots.


Author's Note: After a reflective weekend

Posted on 12/13/2004
Copyright © 2024 Leonard M Hawkes

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Jane E Pearce on 12/13/04 at 05:08 PM

What a soft and well written introspection. We do mourn the innocence of what was. A very, very enjoyable work.

Posted by Tom Goss on 12/13/04 at 05:18 PM

this improved as I journeyed to the end. I love the last 14 lines (so much I counted them ;).

Posted by Anne Engelen on 12/14/04 at 06:15 AM

I get the same feeling from reading this as when I take a deep breath inhaling life's essence. Those moments are rare, but so very precious.

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