What the Wood has Wrote
....and so once again i heard the song of the tree,
where many numerous wood spirits run free,
and out in the distance of gathered-cluttered there came a decree,
“what one beholds ‘just is’ a begotten field of wood for other’s to sightsee”....
—-and so I decided to take a waundering walk, out in the outback of my mind that is filled with all the wonders of beauty, far from the duties of time that have often come knocking at my door, while I am getting better at not answering those hounds of hell….
....it was from remembrances of sitting in heavens gallery,
that i can even now cast off fundo-bobbery,
since now i have discovered the righteousness of giving imagery,
where out from the past attitudes i am promoting the art of cheery….
—-first stop on my jaunt, was to reap the benefits of gathering some foresight of greenery, where out here the woods still give out a presence of character, that marches to the sound of drumming wind-swept breathing space….
....can one such as i ever get enough of the wood-space,
and it is in these moments of sharing a bit of cleared up grace,
that i paused and gave thanks for art-full wood’s embrace,
before the coming of more machines erased the trees of your smiling face….
—-out walking behind ‘secret garden’, and not far from where I stepped off the face of topographical maps, there remains this past logging place of time forgotten, and who will write their story if not for one such as I….
....why it was only yesterday,
that the loaders and skidders came belching obnoxious fumes of frey,
and workers in hats of orange started chain-sawing a buffet,
till across the land the sound of falling timbers fell in dismay….
—-if you will build it ,they will come, and so goes the story of roads created in forest of green, where after a while the circle re-turns and sowing birth starts again….
....now tis time to re-turn to my place in this setting of where i am,
just as the world spins around an axis of that i am,
and when my way of departure becomes as i am,
i will pass the writing of scraps of words to other’s such as i am….
—-tuning around to re-trace my steps upon this landscape of forest green, i stopped to inhale the essence of joy-full knowing per-taining to what the wood has wrote as within, that comes from having gathered much of a re-newed spirit in-filling, that as I go forth today I can now have much to give to other spirit’s along the way….
”....what has become of me, when out there in those woods, i paused before a stream to gather a drink, and spied one there in the midst who was lookin’ back at me as art-full presence of beholden ‘wood art’….”
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/