Monday Memories: Back in Time

Walking along the ancient canal towpath fills my mind with thoughts of years ago . . .

Early morning walk, going back in time

Autumn’s breath creates thoughts, filling with rhyme

 

Trekking along canal’s ancient pathway

Thoughts caress past moments, plenty to say

 

Gentle breeze, sending leaves twirling on down

Mind arrives at different time and town

 

Dreaming . . .

 

More simple times, without high tech living

Days invite, delightful and forgiving

 

Riding bareback along this old canal

Looking for trees to climb with school-age pals

 

Fishing one final time, nearby pond waits

When icy winter comes, change to ice skates

 

Creepy, storm-filled nights, reading classic prose

Edgar Allen Poe’s words, scary shadows

 

Looking for literature’s lighter themes

Whitman, Hawthorne, Melville adding to dreams

 

Quiet evenings filled with family time

Gathered around for radio’s primetime

 

Crisp, fall afternoon, gridiron titans clash

College football rivals looking to smash

 

Romance blossoms, courtship takes center stage

Life filling with sweetness, each turning page

 

Back to reality . . .

 

Journey runs into closed gate at Rager Road

Turning around, grateful for time borrowed

 

Looking forward to walking here real soon

Fondest memories, let them sing a tune

 

A quiet place for fishing, conversation, and winter ice skating.

Originally published October, 2020.

Monday Memories: Step by Step

One of my favorite places to walk is a short drive from my home.  Walnut Woods Metro Park (the Woods) is a special place to find nature’s treasures along its easy to moderate trails.  The photographs shown with this poem were taken a few days ago.  Enjoy!

Peaceful Walnut Creek meanders along the northern border of park.

Early morning light beckons

Putting on worn hiking shoes

Overcast skies hold back rain

Nature waits with charming views

 

Driving to a park, the “Woods”

Tranquility always waits

Peace and beauty reaching out

Eager feet, needing no skates

 

Step by step, walking farther

Park’s vastness, shouting with joy

Around each bend, nature smiles

Many sights and sounds deploy

 

Morning excursion teases

Birds sing back and forth on cue

Precious blossoms smelling sweet

Coffee can’t top nature’s brew

 

Time seems to pause with each step

Today’s time comes to an end

Ticket punched for return trip

These “Woods” remain a best friend

 

A few signs of spring’s early blossoms still can be found, but they will soon be gone.

Originally published June, 2020.

Charles Stanley Quote

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When we are first saved, our steps are small and uncertain, but as we practice and mature in Christ, walking by the Spirit becomes a normal and essential part of our faith.

From Galatians 5:24-25:  “And those who belong to Christ have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires.  If we live by the Spirit, let us also be guided by the Spirit.”

Monday Memories: Sunrise

Walking in the morning pre-dawn light

Waiting for the sun to resume its flight

 

Hearing the birds chirping familiar tunes

Feeling happy that spring will arrive soon

 

Stepping briskly along the charming path

Anticipating the sun bringing a warm bath

 

Seeing the shadows change and dance

Clearing a mind from its dormant trance

 

Witnessing God’s immense creation at dawn

Blessing with unique images that it spawns

 

Dashing in front goes a frightened rabbit

Making his morning visit a welcome habit

 

Dreaming of walking here each and every day

Picturing a scenic sunrise so appealing to say

 

Lifting above the distant horizon to bring a delight

Radiating sunrise brightens the morn with its light

 

The photo was taken at sunrise last fall at Walnut Woods Metro Park in central Ohio.  I am looking forward to witnessing more sunrises in the coming weeks as the spring weather allows me to walk outside more often.

Do you enjoy a favorite time or place to walk and experience God’s creation?

 

Alexander Maclaren Quote

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If God sends us on stony paths, He will provide us with strong shoes.

From Isaiah 40:31:  “But those who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength, they shall mount up with wings like eagles, they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint.”

Mary Oliver Quotes

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There are a hundred paths through the world that are easier than loving.  But wants easier?

Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable.

Mary Oliver (1935-2019) was a best-selling American poet, who received many honors for her work.  Her love of nature can be found in much of her writing, and it resulted in honors from the National Book Award in 1992 and Pulitzer Prize in 1984.

Enchanted Walk

Walking Chestnut Ridge Metro Park shares the enchanted delights of one of central Ohio’s most precious gems.

Discovering these woods

Longing for morning walk

Sharing nature’s promise

Enchanted forest talks

 

Breathing nature’s freshness

Winding through woodland’s peace

Fascinating venture

Enchanted, sweet showpiece

 

Scaling every hill

Navigating each trail

Finding nature’s secrets

Enchanted story’s tale

 

Standing still, time shall wait

Looking around each bend

Treasuring nature’s prize

Enchanted spirit’s friend

 

Dreaming of tomorrow

Hiking this ridge again

Searching for nature’s gifts

Enchanted walk, Amen!

 

Another view from Chestnut Ridge Metro Park features its deep, summer green.

I frequently walk Chestnut Ridge Metro Park, which is located about ten minutes from my home.  I have used this setting for other poems, and here is a sample:

Back in Time

Walking along the ancient canal towpath fills my mind with thoughts of years ago . . .

Early morning walk, going back in time

Autumn’s breath creates thoughts, filling with rhyme

 

Trekking along canal’s ancient pathway

Thoughts caress past moments, plenty to say

 

Gentle breeze, sending leaves twirling on down

Mind arrives at different time and town

 

Dreaming . . .

 

More simple times, without high tech living

Days invite, delightful and forgiving

 

Riding bareback along this old canal

Looking for trees to climb with school-age pals

 

Fishing one final time, nearby pond waits

When icy winter comes, change to ice skates

 

Creepy, storm-filled nights, reading classic prose

Edgar Allen Poe’s words, scary shadows

 

Looking for literature’s lighter themes

Whitman, Hawthorne, Melville adding to dreams

 

Quiet evenings filled with family time

Gathered around for radio’s primetime

 

Crisp, fall afternoon, gridiron titans clash

College football rivals looking to smash

 

Romance blossoms, courtship takes center stage

Life filling with sweetness, each turning page

 

Back to reality . . .

 

Journey runs into closed gate at Rager Road

Turning around, grateful for time borrowed

 

Looking forward to walking here real soon

Fondest memories, let them sing a tune

 

A quiet place for fishing, conversation, and winter ice skating.

Step by Step

One of my favorite places to walk is a short drive from my home.  Walnut Woods Metro Park (the Woods) is a special place to find nature’s treasures along its easy to moderate trails.  The photographs shown with this poem were taken a few days ago.  Enjoy!

Peaceful Walnut Creek meanders along the northern border of park.

Early morning light beckons

Putting on worn hiking shoes

Overcast skies hold back rain

Nature waits with charming views

 

Driving to a park, the “Woods”

Tranquility always waits

Peace and beauty reaching out

Eager feet, needing no skates

 

Step by step, walking farther

Park’s vastness, shouting with joy

Around each bend, nature smiles

Many sights and sounds deploy

 

Morning excursion teases

Birds sing back and forth on cue

Precious blossoms smelling sweet

Coffee can’t top nature’s brew

 

Time seems to pause with each step

Today’s time comes to an end

Ticket punched for return trip

These “Woods” remain a best friend

 

A few signs of spring’s early blossoms still can be found, but they will soon be gone.

Monday Memories: Walking the Trail

 

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Walking along an unknown, isolated trail

Hoping that this journey goes without fail

 

Watching skyward for some warm fun

Hiding behind clouds, escapes the sun

 

Hurrying along the narrow path against the windy cold

Seeking to not find too much adventure—yet be bold!

 

Traveling quickly, the brisk pace advances along

Thinking this morning hike, nothing can go wrong

 

Turning a corner, approaching a different place

Seeing a fork coming up and slowing the pace

 

Searching the mysterious routes of twin solitary trails

Feeling confidence slipping, suspense tips the scales

 

Deciding to journey down the unfamiliar path on the right

Adjusting the trip’s rhythm, accepting challenges in sight

 

Moving along another route, sometimes part of life

Aligning conflicting thoughts, without further strife

 

Finishing this satisfying walk, never feeling ready to fail

Realizing life’s unique treks, resemble being on this trail