OUR NEW HOME

From the windows of our home we see
Forests of dark green pine, and slender aspen
Tall and fair. Yesterday we wandered
Along a winding path through each twig and tree.
The flowers hidden beneath those branches
That in clusters grow in the shadows,
Struggle and stretch their slender stems
Searching for the warming sun and sweet rain..
The struggle gives to them a delicate strength
That cannot be seen in the flower that in the fields
Do grow, for they grow towards the sun unhindered
And the sweet rain falls freely down refreshingly.
A lake with all her moods and shades is here
For us to glean memories and visions that change
From day to day, hour to hour, colours of blue and grey,
Reds and golds, and silvered rays of the moons
Reflected beauty often seen. Listen! can you not hear
The plaintive call of the loons sending their messages
Around the bay? The sound is restful to the soul
And brings a feeling of sweet content,
Here is nature at her best, unhindered by the rush of life,
Yet are eyes blind to new things? Do others see the
Sandpipers wave dance, as they hunt for food along the shore?
While we live in our new home, may we learn from nature
All we can, and so love He who created all, all the more.

Ann Margetson
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