"Mountain Meadow" |
"Mountain Meadow" |
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Brown Eyed Susans... float among the strands of grass before the mountain stream that whispers its sweet melody, as if within a dream. They lift their eyes into the sky, and gaze upon the sun; Golden petals glowing as I view them, one by one. Mountain meadow grasses reflected in the cool... water of the stream nearby, cascading to a pool. Rocks are planted on the bank in classic disarray; waiting for a Summer rain, to wash them all away. Then Fall will fill the creek with leaves, which float upon its crest; and make their passage far downstream before they come to rest. Winter snow will cover all and hide it then from view, except the meandering ribbon of shining silver blue. But Spring will burst in glory and eradicate this gloom, as the meadow fills with color and all comes into bloom. Now, again the flowers stand, just like a year before; and echo long past memories, and shall forevermore. Steve Hodgin Copyright 1999 |
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This poem was inspired by the photograph above, which I had taken in Sugarloaf Canyon just west of Boulder, Colorado. I had purchased 10 acres there next to Willie Nelson's "Caribou Ranch". I had given the photo to my Grandmother Dorothy and she had kept it on her wall for nearly 20 years. When she died in August of 1999, the picture was returned to me and I wrote this poem to commemorate her life. The images here remind me of the seasons of life, and should remind us all of the significance we each have in our existence on this earth. |
