Saturday, October 10, 2015

Off the beaten track


Traffic sped past us
We're cycling along the road
No reason to rush

The breeze in our face
And the sun’s warmth on our backs
Cabin five miles back

River by our side
The water filled with shorebirds
Playing in the ponds

Off the beaten track
Bikes now hidden in the dunes
The wind in our hair

We were now alone
In the distance sounds of birds
Thin chirps and cheeps

Estuary of love
Their natural habitat
Wonder of new life

Each year we came here
In their own vicinity
To check the new chicks

Image found www.dnr.sc.gov

28 comments:

  1. How wonderful to turn a personal journey into a poem we can all share.

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  2. How wonderful to bicycle to such a wonderful spot.. When place and love unite.

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  3. Such a sense of peace and tranquility in this poem :)

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  4. Fantastic use of the words...seamless...excellent poem !

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  5. Lovely trail...must be beautiful to bike down there.

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  6. And life continues around us...it is a blessing to be able to see that and admire it...and translate in words so beautifully

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  7. I would love to go to such places and marvel that estuary of love ~

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  8. Checking out the 'new chicks' sounds like a typical teen-aged boys' summertime activity!

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  9. repeated "wind in our hair" blowing through a host of beautifully vivid images adds up to a wow of a poem.

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  10. A delightful read dripping with love.

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  11. must be a lovely place to cycle to. :)
    enjoyed your poem.

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  12. luv the hope in the new chicks, to end your haiku sequence

    Have a nice Sunday

    much love...

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  13. Sadly your words brought back difficult memories for me - the ones I remembered in my little contribution this week. But hey-ho, I forgive you!

    Rosey Pinkerton's blog

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  14. A freedom found only in nature and our being there...beautiful Robin!

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  15. Oh the adventures of those youthful carefree days ... how lovely.

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  16. What a beautiful memory........I can feel the wind and sun, as I read.

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  17. "Estuary of love"

    What a shining line this is! My heart is warmed. Thank you, Old Egg.

    Dreams

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  18. What a wonderful ritual and thank you for bringing us along. I needed this wind through my soul today. Hayes Spencer is Kanzensakura

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  19. "Wind in our Hair" is such a sensual memory for the time to view the birds hatched of the beaten path. A marvelous freedom. May it always be so.

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  20. I like the feel of wind in my hair - there is a sense of freedom in the air throughout your poem

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  21. You reminiscences are always absolutely delightful.

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  22. A beautiful place to visit. I need such a place at times.

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  23. You piece reminds me to days gone by...we visited there to take a look, just to 'see.'

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