• nayachiro
  • is going to Ohio to see the grandchildren, what fun !

Out

Take me out to the trails
to the fields
where I can roam.

Take me out where 
the sweet grasses intoxicate,
brushing me with their love.

Let me go, 
heart soaring,
where nothing can hold me.

Yes, the sky above,
and the earth below, 
forever beating this heart of all life.

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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

nayachiro’s Poems (31)

Title Comments
Title Comments
nowhere 2
Poetry Saved Me 1
Winter Rose 4
Set Free 1
Feelings 4
Shake 0
dream 0
...and bring you home to me 0
For You 2
Poem to Ann 0
Standing Here 1
Engulfed 1
Morning 0
Fixing a window 0
Like the Wind 0
Truth 0
Sweet Comfort 0
Foolish 0
Clearlight 0
Marshmallow 0
Sex over 50 5
Discard Loneliness 0
Holy Dance 0
Stanley Park 0
Wild Geese 0
Writing 0
falling rain 0
When I am gone 0
Out 0
For Kitty 0
Sacred life 1