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  • 12/07/2015
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Headstall's Reflections - 1. Chapter 1 The Walk

I went for a walk. Mother Earth cradled me.

Headstall's Reflections

 

 

Chapter 1- The Walk

 

 

Raw nostrils flare as I pull in chilled air

Walking to placate my oft restless mind

I feel winter lurking in his ancient lair

Hiding behind his vague hunter’s blind

 

Where did warm spring and hot summer go?

Pondering time, earth’s sounds calm my soul

It won’t be much longer before we greet snow

And one more winter takes its inevitable toll

 

Another year older, Father Time ticks away

Weddings and funerals and births and deaths

I turn and trudge up where crunchy leaves lay

Some memories intrude and I take pained breaths

 

This cycle of life, well, it waits for no one

Swinging my legs in a ground eating stride

My futile attempt to outpace what's been done

It's time to let go of old tears I have cried

 

And hunker down for another frigid season

I’ve reached the crest of another big hill

I have to believe for every hurt there’s a reason

Life gives us challenges that require great will

 

So spring from your lair and bring on your worst

I still have good fight left in this old frame

For new mountains to climb, I have a great thirst

As long as I’m breathing, I’m winning this game

Thanks for reading, and joining me on my journey.
Copyright © 2017 Headstall; All Rights Reserved.
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On 7/5/2017 at 1:02 PM, Aviana said:

Wow sir,

I felt sorta sound effect in  "Father time 'ticks', 'crunchy' leaves lay", the personification of winter in "winter lurking in it's ancient lair" and the imagery formed of arrival of winter with 'chilled air', 'crunchy leaves' 'greet snow' were excellent!!! But my favorite line in it is

 

'I still have good fight left in this old frame'

 Suddenly filled me with lots of energy:)

 

I m sorry m speaking too much but can't help it!! The poem drew out whole lotta feeling!!

Thanks, Aviana! I'm pleased you felt what you did. This poem is a favorite of mine, and I hadn't come back and read it in a while. Reading your comment made me enjoy it all the more.. yes, there is still good fight left in this old frame :)  Cheers... Gary....

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2 hours ago, Rigby Taylor said:

Lots of fun rhymes. I love this sort of poetry, It annoys me that it is so often dismissed as 'doggerel'.  A ground-eating stride -- love it.

This cycle of life, well, it waits for no one

Swinging my legs in a ground eating stride

My futile attempt to outpace what's been done

It's time to let go of old tears I have cried

I love poetry in all its varied forms... as long as it's real, and isn't written to impress, or show how 'smart' the poet is. I try to leave that for others. :) Walking, running, and biking have been a balm for me throughout my life. While connecting me to nature, it's also a chance to free my brain of chaff, and give me perspective. Thanks for taking this little journey of mine, Rigby. I'm pleased you liked it. Cheers... Gary....

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9 hours ago, raven1 said:

I loved the whole poem. I've left the cold walks through the forest behind me, but got to relive brief moments in remembering them again. The first stanza described exactly how I felt as I began to walk.  Glad to see that years later you are much the same person as you were then. Still facing the future defiantly with grace.

Thanks, Terry. I love to walk in the cold, especially as fall is leaving, and the chill is such that it makes me move quicker. Once there is snow to trudge through, it is not as fun. :)  

I've come to appreciate there is a new day to face. :hug: 

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