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Tarry a While
by David R Spellman
Come, tarry a while -
walk along my paths which,
like long-lost friends,
rise up to greet you
welcoming you back
into the fold of their embrace.
Meander through my meadows
to join in the song of the thrush,
the taunt of the jay or just
listen to the melody
lulling you deeper to rest.
Tread my wooded trails
softly carpeted with leaves and
leading aimlessly as you will
allow yourself the pleasures
that solitude might bring.
Linger by my brooks which
murmur mysterious whispers
carried from nearby hills
beckoning you to follow
to your own heart’s content.
Marvel at my constant
ever-changing vestments
of seasoned sentries towering
above moss clung trunks
among lichen etched boulders.
Rest by my shores whose
surface graced by stately swan
holds mirrored reflections
of me into you, our spirits
commingle into one, leaving
nothing less than awe.
Come, tarry a while
take in my hospitality
stay as long as you may
like it or not when
you leave I’ll still be
there in your heart
and mind where you go.
11/20/2002 Author's Note: Inspired by and dedicated to a local city park called Tarrywile Park which has provided many hours of joy and pleasure traversing its many trails.
Posted on 07/26/2006
Copyright © 2024 David R Spellman
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/26/06 at 04:35 AM I love this invitation - this could be a personal invitation, one from mother earth, or one of a more spiritual nature. Really well written. |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 07/28/06 at 12:01 PM You know something David... I really like this! It takes me back to times and places... brings back sweet, and bittersweet memories. Thank You... |
| Posted by Gabrielle L Gervais on 07/29/06 at 10:51 PM I love the flow of this poem- It speaks beautifully and liltingly :) |
| Posted by JD Clay on 07/30/06 at 03:13 PM This is poetry that ignites the senses. Simply stated, this dear sir, is the nature of you. Any further analysis might spoil its affect. |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 07/30/06 at 11:40 PM May I? Oh, may I? David, this is so gentle, sensory, and reassuring... as you are. Beautiful poem, this. |
| Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 07/31/06 at 01:28 AM "like it or not when
you leave I’ll still be
there in your heart
and mind where you go"
Once in some never leave. Great write I loved the walk with you. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 08/03/06 at 02:32 AM Everything bright and welcoming and truly heartfelt pulling me in this poem. Every comment above reflects your poem. This is lovely like cool water on a dry tongue. I love it, just like all the above! —Jill |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 08/03/06 at 05:02 AM Well done David. Sounds to me like the forest
speaking...Charlie |
| Posted by Maude Curtis on 03/24/09 at 03:57 PM This is wonderful. It takes me back to my childhood and the little patch of woods that Mom and I would trapse through looking for the elusive morel mushroom. |
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