A Stroll With NanaA Poem by Cherrie Palmer
With traveling shoes and a walking stick Nana and I head out for a trip.
The day is young and the breeze quite cool
so a sweater I grabbed as we head outdoors,
and an adventure begins with the sound of the door.
A scent of sugar fills up my nose and
A hummingbird we spy near our lilac bush,
He is clicking and red, dancing about
trying to impress females that are hidden about.
With our next step Cowboy our dog we do find
Carrying a foot that belongs to a Hind
“Oh my,” Says I “that is not good”
But Nana keeps walking and spoke not a word.
We head down the hill and exited the lane
by our little red gate I spy a black snake
but with Nana’s great stride she steps on across
and I dare myself to follow her true.
I too steped across just like I knew.
Last year’s pecan I clutched in my hand
till a squirrel I did hear
Ranting and raving, he was pitching a fit so the nut I did toss
and with the nut in hand he scampered away.
A skip and a hop placed me smack-dab in the woods and Nana keep
walking wheeling her staff weaving through trees and cutting a path.
We rounded a log and a dragonfly flew by
it was brilliantly blue and trimmed out in yellow.
My Nana kept walking her expression was mellow.
Soon with each step she began to sing,
and the sound of her voice made my heart ring.
She came to the top and leaned on her staff
And I gazed at the picture that with her steps she just led.
A valley below cropped in clover, deep cloves of green
Crowned in purple.
A billowing willow danced in the wind
and a large boulder of gray gave shade to some twins.
Springs early fawns dusted in spots.
Tiny and elegant, their beauty crept in my thoughts.
A brook of clear water twisted around and then back.
New to my amazement I spied a young calf. Blacker than night
With a coat of pure velvet he wobbled and hunted
for his mid-morning meal and again I was bewildered by all I did see.
A speck of brown did I spy way up high until the colorless moth landed just
there. As moments passed a shape I could tell a clan of vultures
Now perched on a tree watching the baby that was now watching me.
This circle of life brought joy to my soul and I leaned against Nana who
leaned on her staff and we gazed out below us at the trail we soon would
© 2012 Cherrie Palmer
Added on April 19, 2012
Last Updated on July 20, 2012
AboutI'm 48 years old and live in the SE corner of Oklahoma. I live on a cattle ranch with my husband. I work from home at the moment down on the ranch, and attend a wonderful church, I enjoy writing when .. more..
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