“Baraboo, Wisconsin Devils Lake Hills”
Author’s Note: To one who loves life, has great patience; is at home in the hills, mountains and valleys of this earth.
Patience…
When a crouching fiery sky
leans down upon your hills,
gently; and a silky glow falls
toward the earth does your
soul also glow? Does your
gentle patience that never
angers lay quietly in wonder
within you?
When the snow covers the
earth, and frost hardens upon
your eyes or the green grass
goes to mucky dirt, are your
hills still your greatest gift
from Mother Nature? Does
your gentle patience that never
angers lay quietly in wonder
within you?
When you run and pain grips
you like iron bars, bolts tighten;
hopeless your body bends and
breaks. Does your gentle
patience that never angers lay
quietly in wonder within you?
The day windless, the world, the
moon, the sun, will they someday
end? Does your gentle patience
that never angers lay quietly in
wonder within you?
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A wondrous poem Elizabeth,…..ahh .. the patience within…….my patience grew within me due to life’s demands to become more and more patient, as the sands of time’s granules become rougher…… Now my acquired patience lives gently within my soul…….
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I particularly appreciate the refrain in this poem.
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