------The Northern View------
I look north,
low hanging clouds
intimately embrace the hillsides.
Sentinels above the mist,
trees become silent heros.
Majestic, unassuming,
symbols of idealistic commitment
to the sojourn of life.
Stoic, unemotional icons
providing inspirational guidance.
Giving, taking, sharing
a balance of responsibility
and reward.
Shouting and showing
truths of existence
to preoccupied
minds engaged
in survival
and self serving egotism.
Callous eyes
and ears deafened
by out-of-tune music.
R. Wayne Porter 1/21/98
copyright © 1998 R. Wayne Porter