The Time Has Come...

The time has come to draw this blog to a close...what has been, was, and always will be stored in the hearts, minds, and words cast forth.

I thank you all for your support. If you wish to continue following my blog writing, find me permanently on my home blog: www.whatisaldoingfuntoday.blogspot.com

Smiles and Love in Life Always,
Alan

A Walking Poem of Hope...

I walk outside,

To let my mind jive,

With that which is all around me.

I discover through stares,

That all is not quite there,

And what's missing is care,

For nature, for beauty around thee.

Among traffic's great sound,

Over gravel and ground,

I look, look around,

To stare a great stare,
 At a fitful fate abounding.

For without such care,

For all that is there,

The Earth becomes limited and bounded. 

So when striding afoot,

Outside in the soot,

Be sure to appreciate what is around you.

For the sooner we care,

About what is there,

The sooner we live in Love, in bounty.

***

I tell you my tale,

Of not, not to dwell,

About the gloomy times ahead.

But, instead, take Fred -

The lovable dread,

And fasten your Love in the surroundings. 

For it is here,

You are quite, quite near,

To the place containing beauty and bounty.

I'm sure of the share,

That we all must care,

Less we be shrivel and shrew,

And fastidious with poo,

All of us, even you,

To bear a new tomorrow.

For yes, it is you!,

Who puts on their shoes,

To Love, 

To Land,

To County.

For all of this bounty,

Swirling, spinning around thee,

Rejoice! in our shared voice,

Of the land, the sea, and we -

Whom with the triumphant Earth, 
While she giveth birth,

Again, anew, forever.

~ ~ ~

I'm amazed in what has transpired since finishing. I find joyous rhyme and reason for smiling in my day, but I yearn for more purpose. I know through patience and positivity that all will work out as it should. While walking outside today, I felt words forming in my mind and on my lips - matching stride with verse. There exists a cynical response inside of me since leaving the boundaries of the wilderness. In these human habitats, I have permitted thoughts - some positive, some negative - to surface. It is in these surfacings - incarnate as poetic prose - that I seek meaning.

To iterate the care, that we all must share...OKAY, sorry, poem is over; but, really though, to see that it is possible: that if we all cared more - how different our Earth, our future would be - causes me to move thoughts into shared words. Perhaps I miss the wilderness; but, perhaps I have faith in all of us more. That we can surmount the little, seemingly-insignificant things to make best, or better with what is is we have been bestowed to care for: the Earth and all its' possessions! 

Despite the cynic inside, I am hopeful for a generation (or the plural form of that word) - alive or yet to be born - that will rise to the occasion(s) that present themselves. 

For our current course, 

Seems a bit hoarse, 

When we talk, talk about it. 

So walk, crawl, or trot,

To the beauty you spot, 

And make plans to stymie: 

The destruction of land, 

CARE, we all can!,

I believe, I Love, apply me. 

Always,

Alan