Beauty of Nature Poem

Poem About My Longing For Nature

I wrote this poem one night to describe how much I'm missing nature and the mountians.

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We owned a 3 season cottage many years ago. It sat halfway down a steep hill. Behind were the woods with hickory and oak. In front was a long grassy slope that edged the lake. Facing west as...

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I Long For The Wild

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Published by Family Friend Poems December 2015 with permission of the Author.

I long for the wild
To feel the wind upon my skin like a thousand soft kisses,
its fingers through my hair like a passionate lover.
I long for the wild
The sweet smell of pine, dirt under my feet,
quakies, quivering, as their branches dance on the breeze.
I long for the wild,
the roar of a river,
the sound of water making love to the shoreline.
I long for the wild
to lay upon velvety grass, bathing in the soft glow of moonlight,
gazing up at the stars, to feel small.
I long for the wild;
it calls to me like a mother calls her child to come home.

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  • Rita J O'Gorman by Rita J O'Gorman
  • 6 years ago

We owned a 3 season cottage many years ago. It sat halfway down a steep hill. Behind were the woods with hickory and oak. In front was a long grassy slope that edged the lake. Facing west as it did, we had a front row seat to the most beautiful show on earth. Every sunset was unique and the earth fell silent. It was most sacred, sad and sweet. The city girl that I am, this was the first time I noticed how far the sun traveled through the seasons. I was amazed, captivated and in love. The children were young. They ran and played hard. Up and down the hill they went till they fell totally spent into their beds. It was as though they had escaped from the prison of the city. I am old now, and I long to be back there with the trees, the birds, the lake, and the beauty of nature. This poem touched me deeply, to the point of tears.

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  • Marylin M. Nahane by Marylin M. Nahane
  • 3 years ago

I'm from a village myself, and I really love it there.

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