Lost and Found (Midsummer's Eve 05) by Leonard M HawkesAfter supper
I left the lodge,
Passed a lingering
Drift of snow
And entered a ragged copse
Of spruce and pine.
Rain had fallen
And crossing puddles
O'er moisty duff,
I was greeted
With scented visions
of Stadt's Park.
Here in the Targhee
'Neath the shadows
Of the Tetons,
In rugged haunts
Of wolf and grizzly,
My heart turned urban.
Remembering Holland,
The service of faith,
The endless hours
Of searching out the Lambs--
(With vivid distractions
Of the old dreams.)
Oh how Stadt's Park
Satisfied those dreams,
And nourished too
Their gnawing hunger
For mountain meadows
And true wilderness worship.
And with those dreams
Now my chosen life,
Why such Eastward yearning?
Could it be that
Finding is loss--
And loss itself is finding? 07/10/2005 Author's Note: Groningen
Posted on 07/10/2005 Copyright © 2024 Leonard M Hawkes
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