Wild Land
Who visits this wild land sees,
in the vision-bright eyes of birds and beasts
where grass, wind-bent
and weather-dried clings to high cliffs
to provide meagre shelter
from hovering feather and where rabbits
stay frozen when death is nigh.
Where bird keeps day-watch in heather
for movement of life
as ears cock in habitual wariness for knife
of forked lightning predators fall.
Fern-fattened fur then leaps in prey-fright
as waiting eyes glaze.
Such is the dictum
of force and order among the creatures
surviving in wilderness
where exists such fierce kind of freedom.
Who seek other behaviour
in those being true to themselves owns
that this wild-land has places
where human-less only nature controls.
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Fay Slimm. (
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even the most loveliest of landscapes has a harsh, ragged & ruthless side .. perfectly captured here m'lady .......... x
Yes - - that's nature I guess -- in one hand magnificence and in the other indifference - - -- yes a wild land is not easy to fathom my friend - but thanking you exceedingly for your welcome thoughts on the subject...........x
That’s life!!!
Yes it sure it William - thanks for stopping by for a read of Wild Land.
Nature in the raw - survival of the fittest, I know but...you capture the rawness of It all, Fay in a poetic form which displays both the wild feel and the delicate balance.
Just as you say Dave - nature certainly has a raw side where only the fittest survive - - and you my friend write the most thoughtful and upbuilding comments for which I send a big slice of thanks.
sometimes dear Fay
I must remember, to simply read your work
and appreciate it, before scrounging around for a suitable commented reply,
I must remember to appreciate
and cherish that first read,
for if I rush, I miss it
and then I can never retrieve that moment..
almost like, seeing such an idyllic scene
and scrambling for a camera
before our eyes have had their fill
maybe that's why, we trip up so often
rushing
for the next: for the best
in this our fleeting experience of life...
'Such is the dictum
of force and order
among the creatures
surviving in wilderness'
Oh what a lovely compliment and an encouraging comment for which I honestly send you my humblest thanks Mek - - -- your words on how fleeting is life reminds us to try understanding a bit more about the rawness of nature when out walking among its glorious indifference.
I close my eyes and envision what the planet would be like without the humans, and I see a menagerie of life, full of vibrant colors. Yes a struggle for survival, but each only taking what each needs to survive.
Your words highlight this so poetically
I am with you entirely in that view of a planet without human interference - each taking what is needed and no more would make all the difference my friend.
Good write Fay.
Warm thanks dear Orchi.
I'm down at grass level with this one Fay sitting with the frightened rabbits watching the sky! You paint so well.
Yes peering at eye-level we see nature's balance when hawks and falcons dive for a kill - - thanks dear Lorna for your visit to such a sad subject and for your very kind review of my poem.
And it all takes place regardless of the activity or presence of humanity but with so little respect.
How cheap and uncaring are we to have a button to press which would end it all.... yet, now we know a button called complacency, a self destruct button which will hand back planet earth to the ways of nature.
Too true dear Dusk - the ways of nature bring balance regardless - something to ponder when habitats are dwindling. Thanks for your thoughtful comment.
Such places are so wonderful to explore Fay as long as we follow the rule:
"Take nothing but pictures. Leave nothing but footprints. Kill nothing but time"
Andy
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