The Poetry Marathon

Miles to Go Before I Sleep

Taken from Robert Frost   Stopping By  the Woods

 

Focused on my journey and perpetual need for rest.

What wonders have I missed

blinded to all I perceive as ordinary?

What whisper of harness bells

sent through morning bird song

to refresh the spirit

have gone unheard

in the cacophony of the day?

 

 

 

The journey”s end,

which cannot be known,

exhorts my mind to penetrate

the rocky mountain before me.

 

But…in this season of my life,

moving at a slower pace,

“along the way”  treasures

are calling my name.

 

”Look over here.

We’ve been waiting for you.

Stop for  a while.”

 

And so I paraphrase Robert Frost with this….

 

miles to LIVE before I sleep.

Miles to LIVE

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Small town.

Houses surrounded by dirt roads occasionally

sparkling with small pieces of gravel.

Tumbleweeds blowing across empty cotton fields,

Loud claps of thunder.

Flashing  furious lightening.

 

Rain pouring from the sky.

Kids racing outside in oversized  yellow rain boots.

splashing in ginormous rivers of still red colored water in flat ditches.

a laughter.

Dogs barking and chasing laughing children

amazed at the wonderful treat.and slight  hint of cool  refreshment.

bullfrogs long hidden filling the air in croaky hallelujahs.

Swimming to Africa across the street.

catching tadpoles while listening for the warning rattle from the grassy sides of the water.

 

Mothers calling from porches with icy strawberry popsicles that ran in sticky streams down mud caked faces.

Day ending i bubble  baths’ giggles, and stories.Simple pleasure

Mud puddles.