Across gravel drive, across gravel road,
Up second drive to
Grass freshly mowed.
Blue sky above, green hill to climb,
White puffy clouds,
The hike is sublime.
Top of the hill, fields on both sides –
Ragweed and wildflowers
And tall grasses to hide.
Trees to the right, dark up ahead.
No hat on my head.
Shade of the rock steals the heat of the sun.
Keep walking on,
See and hear no one.
The path just got muddy; think I’ll turn around.
Walk back to the grass and
Sit on the ground.
An effort at mindfulness, be quiet, be still.
Be here in this moment
As I sit on this hill.
Focus, breathe, count to four, start again.
But what is that noise?
Close your eyes, now open.
Sit still and listen, it’s close to me.
Look around slowly, it’s the
Sound of this tree!
The wind blows and bark flaps, that’s what I hear.
The aspen is peeling on
This tree that is near.
Notice the ant army as they march down their hole.
Does the leader shout orders so they know
Where to go?
A feeling of peace as I rest in the sun.
A short nap; I awake.
This walk has been fun.
Writing201 Poetry: map (topic), ode (poetic firm), metaphor (literary device)