The owl calls into the moon I unlock the door It opens to an ocean view I’ve seen many times before. As we settle in our room Rain starts to pour, And teal green waves pile on the shore. Through morning mist we take the trail Down to the sand. Thread our way through driftwood piles On the border of the land. Reedy grasses ankle high, Kelp on the strand. In cold water barefoot we stand. Places of the heart Memory songs. Pebbles kept in a wooden box Till a new one comes along. Huckleberries on the path A wild turkey track Some twisted pines sculpted by the wind A damp mossy mat. Hidden in between the dunes, Salt marsh and flat. Maybe we're, maybe we're, maybe never coming back. Places of the heart Songs of the land When it calls into your heart Sing along if you can. Places of the heart. Glimpse of the past. Save the moments when you can. Maybe never coming back.
Answers Hidden round corners Wade through the water Cross to the Other side of the river See what you're missing Once you can stand And see around the bend Questions Think what you're asking Are they the best ones Are they the Keys to unlock the portal Open a window To clear the air Find what's waiting there. Sunlight shines on the water From behind that cloud, Then it shines... Right in front of you, Right in front of me. Answers Hidden round corners Wade through the water Cross to the Other side of the river Unlock the portal Open a window Look for the Sunlight on what you wanted Hidden round corners Over the river
LITTLE CREATURES Karen Lewis Salamanders curl in the deep damp duff Where neither cold nor heat can reach. In the deep forest gloaming The little creatures hide, Building up the forest so the Earth can breathe. Caterpillars chew the green canopy, Food for the birds in the trees. Ant workers dig in the bite of wood, Building nests for the colony. Wild bees hover in their honey dance Pollinating flowers ‘neath the trees. Earthworms wriggle through the forest floor Churning the debris into soil. Hoverflies hang in the sunlight streaks Waiting for their mates to see. Spider spinners stand in their webs of silk Dewdrops bejewelling the strings.
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