Words for the Weekend

Tomorrow I will be spending the day at a fundraising run/walk for the heart and stroke association. A great way to spend the day but not conducive to writing blog posts. So, here it is, a few hours early:

Father

a quiet, gentle soul, whose spirit I feel in the forest,

this man, to whom conversation does not easily come ... or

perhaps he chooses simply not to converse, for what is the

point of an idle word? inside his heart, poetry flows

music in his veins, like the symphony of breeze through a

tree ... he follows the call of this restless wind,

a secret desire to write in the shade of an oak,

this passion shared with few ... chosen am I ...

to know this facet of his soul; the man who is

my father, who planted his seed and gave me life,

whose spirit I feel in the forest,

the man who passed to me

his gift of love,

deep and

enduring,

for

trees

and

the

poetic

word.

by June Smith-Jefferies as printed in the book 'Stroll of Poets: the 1997 Anthology'

I love this poem because it reminds me so much of my own quiet, nature loving father.