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Down Through the Foothills
by Tony Whitaker
Down through the foothills
then to the sea
Valleys cut by streams
becoming rivers
Flying high over summer summits
of Appalachian mounts
With its thinner vessels
through these ancient alps
Dark straight veins
mimic high ridges
Like looking down from 30,000 feet
I smile at the striking similarity
Looking at the back
of a green oak leaf
10/16/2007 Author's Note: This was a challenge from Kathleen Wilson. I rewrote "Oak Leaf Mimicry" in couplets and in reverse, like Kathleen's "Full House" to "House Full". It was fun but you tell me if it "speaks to you" better???
Thank you Kathleen, it was fun and different for sure!
Posted on 10/16/2007
Copyright © 2024 Tony Whitaker
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ronald A Pavellas on 10/16/07 at 06:17 PM We enjoy and share the same perspective. Here's one of mine from a few years ago:
Earth from 30,000 feet
How like the veins of leaves of trees
Are paths of streams that travel toward
Mountain crests seen from this bird-view
I like yours too. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 10/20/07 at 10:59 AM I must say, Tony, I love your point of view. I have pondered the same landscape looking at the front and back of my hand, saving I can't tell sometimes which is the front and which the back, till the one I love gives me a wack with both and demonstrates lovingly which is which. |
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