Wheels crunching gravel,
we ventured off paved roads
to find our hearts beat
in the wild places
where sunlight beckons in a
shining road to the sky.
Trees tower over us
making us feel like children,
small seeds adrift in the wind.
We climb a fire tower,
steps clanging,
gripping the metal rails
as if one stiff wind would
blow us over the edge.
At the top, a blue and green
tapestry, free of humans,
makes us feel more human
than ever before, small,
uncertain and alive.
Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: This photo was taken from the top of the Allis State Park’s fire tower in Vermont. We went to Allis twice. The first time, we got soaked and here was the view:
Those gray streaks are rain. It was coming down in sheets. Climbing the tower in the rain made my heart beat harder than on the sunny day — slippery steps, umbrella in one hand, cold raindrops flattening my hair. We were in our own world, separated from everything we knew, by fog and rain. We had to go back on a sunny day.
Re: the title, I’ve been hearing this song in pubs and on movies lately. As a child, I walked the creeks and mountains of the West Virginia Blue Ridge Mountains. I left bits of my heart there. Being in the Vermont Mountains reminds me.
Oh, what a beautiful scene Brenda, so great that you got to capture it again – love those clouds too!! 😀 I’ve had disappointments like that at times, you’ve got to back again to capture it on a better day when it’s something as beautiful as that. I only know the The Blue Ridge Mountains from the tv series The Waltons. It always looked really beautiful even on a tv programme. 🙂
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The Waltons… if only life were like that. These particular Mountains are the White Mountains of VT, but I suspect they are really part of the greater Blue Ridge range of Appalachia. Every state calls them something different. Vermont gets a lot of snow, thus the name. They are really beautiful, in a soul-healing way. A good place for poets.
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Living with sand all around just the caption bring all memories of mountains
amd rains .
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That’s the powers of a great title. In my case, it’s borrowed from a great song.
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Expressions matter
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A very very beautiful post .Just soaked in its beauty.
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Thanks!
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We all love to play in the rain as children…some of us keep that with us for our whole lives. 🙂
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Yes, and we are the lucky ones.
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Very beautiful Brenda!
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Thanks, Ms. Vee.
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Always a pleasure Brenda!!😁
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Gorgeous !
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Thanks, Jen!!
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Oh so Wonderful, Brenda 🙂 I’ve never been to Vermont, so thank you for sharing it with me/us 🙂
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It’s just wonderful there.
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I often think I should live in New England. the weather is perfect (for me) and Vermont just seems so Beautiful!
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It is raw and lovely.
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Beautiful
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Thank you!
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Ah, Vermont! It’s one of the prettiest states in the Union. I loved my time there and remember the sheets of gray rain and the rolling Green Mountains. 🙂
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It is a glorious place.
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Gorgeous!!!!
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Thanks!
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You write so beautifully Brenda! Love your photos too 🙂
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Thank you!
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Beautiful photos and poem as well..
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Thank you!
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I remember climbs I did… the view and the dare of it was what made it memorable…
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The urge is inexplicable, it just is. I climbed up beside waterfalls this year. Slippery but fun.
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“to find our hearts beat/in the wild places”–Love that! I’m going to be singing Take Me Home, Country Road all day long now! lol
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Thanks, Molly! I’ve had it going through my head ever since.
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Beautiful…love Vermont and love the song!!! 😊
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Thanks! I heard a wonderful Irish band do a cover of it. I sang along and felt at peace.
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😊😊 now that I would have loved to have heard!!!
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It was lovely. More good memories to hoard like a miser. 🙂
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Love the poem, love the picture! Climbing towers and hiking/trekking is best experienced in monsoons, isn’t it? In fact, I hate getting drenched..yet I have fondest memories of trekking and hiking in the rains!
More human than ever before – small, uncertain, alive —-such brilliant phrasing! Loved it! 🙂
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Once you are soaked, you just sink into the experience. It is a cool sensation, feeling raindrops hit your scalp on a hot day.
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There is nothing like standing on a metal stair in the rain to remind you to yake a little extra care 😀
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Yes! LOL
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wow, i love both for different reasons and i love the view and your peace of mind when up there –
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I was terrified, but in a good way. I was proud of having gotten up there, despite my fear and my recent surgery. 🙂
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Love those rays pouring into the forest ❤
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Thanks, Trini! I was god they came out.
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🙂
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Love it!! And what amazing pictures! ❤ 🙂
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Isn’t the difference amazing? 🙂
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yes! 🙂
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