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
"Estuary of love"...love this..
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful to turn a personal journey into a poem we can all share.
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful to bicycle to such a wonderful spot.. When place and love unite.
ReplyDeleteSuch a sense of peace and tranquility in this poem :)
ReplyDeleteFantastic use of the words...seamless...excellent poem !
ReplyDeleteLovely trail...must be beautiful to bike down there.
ReplyDeleteAnd life continues around us...it is a blessing to be able to see that and admire it...and translate in words so beautifully
ReplyDeleteI would love to go to such places and marvel that estuary of love ~
ReplyDeleteChecking out the 'new chicks' sounds like a typical teen-aged boys' summertime activity!
ReplyDeleterepeated "wind in our hair" blowing through a host of beautifully vivid images adds up to a wow of a poem.
ReplyDeleteA delightful read dripping with love.
ReplyDeletemust be a lovely place to cycle to. :)
ReplyDeleteenjoyed your poem.
luv the hope in the new chicks, to end your haiku sequence
ReplyDeleteHave a nice Sunday
much love...
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!
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A freedom found only in nature and our being there...beautiful Robin!
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful memory........I can feel the wind and sun, as I read.
ReplyDelete"Estuary of love"
ReplyDeleteWhat a shining line this is! My heart is warmed. Thank you, Old Egg.
Dreams
beautiful!
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful ritual and thank you for bringing us along. I needed this wind through my soul today. Hayes Spencer is Kanzensakura
ReplyDelete"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.
ReplyDeleteNice memory, the dream...
ReplyDeleteI like the feel of wind in my hair - there is a sense of freedom in the air throughout your poem
ReplyDeleteYou reminiscences are always absolutely delightful.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful place to visit. I need such a place at times.
ReplyDeleteYou piece reminds me to days gone by...we visited there to take a look, just to 'see.'
ReplyDeleteEstuary of love - yummy!
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