Post by flyingwelshman on Mar 21, 2008 8:14:30 GMT 1
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I have heard the sound of distant thunder
I have felt Boreas rumbling in my being
I have felt the force of the North wind
Sweeping through my tingling veins; and
I have seen clouds form images
And pictures of times long gone
Forming against the rain laden patterns
Of familiar horizons.
I have felt the revolution of our precious Earth
And heard Her call to those who hear
I have seen flora unfold
In the fresh dewed greenery of deserted valleys
Glittering in the pale new sunlight
Of a sharp spring morning
I have seen lightning split black clouds
Over the gaunt sentinels of a circle of stones.
And I have heard the mighty songs of nature
Listened to the voices of native gods
In storms and in the repetitive pattering
Of rain in teeming woodlands of shining trees
I have seen the faces of the gods
In soaring rainbows and in butterflys' wings
I have felt the forces of moon soaked mountains
Pulsing in time with my awestruck heart.
Peter Nash
I have heard the sound of distant thunder
I have felt Boreas rumbling in my being
I have felt the force of the North wind
Sweeping through my tingling veins; and
I have seen clouds form images
And pictures of times long gone
Forming against the rain laden patterns
Of familiar horizons.
I have felt the revolution of our precious Earth
And heard Her call to those who hear
I have seen flora unfold
In the fresh dewed greenery of deserted valleys
Glittering in the pale new sunlight
Of a sharp spring morning
I have seen lightning split black clouds
Over the gaunt sentinels of a circle of stones.
And I have heard the mighty songs of nature
Listened to the voices of native gods
In storms and in the repetitive pattering
Of rain in teeming woodlands of shining trees
I have seen the faces of the gods
In soaring rainbows and in butterflys' wings
I have felt the forces of moon soaked mountains
Pulsing in time with my awestruck heart.
Peter Nash