Living Among God's Handiwork

The Place Where I Live 

Glancing around me

I notice the sway of grass

Blowing slightly in the wind

Seven sparrows sitting in a tree

Chirping the evening melodies 

The sturdy maple standing upright

Dark green streaks lining the center of each green leaf

Another maple stands firm in the distance

Topped with cherry red leaves

Beautiful splendor of color

My eyes can scarce take in

I look up again and see the birds

Fluttering around in and out of circles

Until I cannot see them again from my view

These bits of nature are a gift

I didn't ask them to be here 

But they are here for my pleasant delight

Each afternoon 

There's some nature I keep at home

My two white dogs

Eskimos with fluffed hair

Digging holes in the ground

They dig and dig

Dirt flings through the air

Should I yell at them I wonder?

Yet I keep my peace

They didn't ask to live here.

Why don't I yell at the birds of the air I wonder

Or the squirrels running past my gate?

Yet, I am considering to raise my voice to my very own dog.

The one nature did not ask to take home.

So, I'll let them dig. and dig. and dig.

Until, maybe they find their home too. 

A funny coincidence in life 

We want to yell at the things we love best.

Why we demand such extremes from them, 

that nature itself does not request.

Sit back, I say to myself. 

Enjoy the life here, 

for if nature did not bring you here

And there my thoughts violently stop

As I scramble inside the house

to wave my towel at the smoke alarm

begging it to please shut off

My ears now assaulted with highest pitch

I wander outside to watch the sites once again

As soon as I sit down the alarm sounds again

.. happens three times.

Then as I'm frolicking around the house 

Waving my hands in the air like an alien on earth

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A young man walks through the park 

Behind my house 

With a guitar

Playing melodies

I look at myself 

I look like an alien

That's what I tell myself

So, I join him from far away

as I listen to his music

as he plays so peacefully

Until once again my heart palpitates out of control

to hear the alarm buzzing again.

I pick up the phone 

to yell at my dad for leaving the oven on 

to clean

and clean

while the house smells burnt

He didn't answer

The young man is called Zack. 

I know because his mother called him

He runs back home, down the gravel path. 

Away. 

My neck now hurts, my ears assaulted, my thoughts diminished

Nature can I still look to you

I look around

There's my dogs.

The birds, I see flying from tree to tree.

The geese I hear from far away.

I look to the West to see the sun slowly setting.

Clouds strike the sky with white array. 

My eyes adjust, my head adjusts

Nature you aren't too far away.