"Fields have eyes and woods have ears." ~John Heywood
There is a sermon that is never preached
Yet songs ring out like prayers on every leaf
It is a plea it is a cause
For what could be and what once was
Complacent ears can never hear
The song of woe that rings so clear
But open hearts and open minds
Can hear each part and every line
They become a vocalist in the choir
And learn to sing and never tire
It is a plea it is a cause
For what could be and what once was.
“The true meaning of life is to plant trees, under whose
shade you do not expect to sit.”
~Nelson
Henderson
A beautiful rendition of what once was and what could be! I love the flow and rhythm of this poem. A lovely poem Carrie. We must rid ourselves of complacent ears.
ReplyDeleteThank you Regina, and you are very right, we must be done with the complacency so many hold. So glad you joined us at the Muse this week!
DeleteI'm a great proponent of rhyming poetry, Carrie, and this is balm to my soul! Beautiful write!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Beverly.
DeleteI adore that quote at the bottom. I am very fond of trees and have about ten of them in my back yard. They are my friends and I check on them every day.
ReplyDeleteYes I love that quote too and I can relate...trees are wonderful friends!
DeleteYou had me at: ''complacent ears can never hear''
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Petru. It is wonderful to have you join us today!
DeleteI do love trees and we have a lot in our garden, so this song spoke to me.
ReplyDeleteI bet your garden is gorgeous Bjorn.
DeleteAh, this is wonderful, Carrie! I love the quote too. We need to plant a kazillion trees on this planet to replace those that are burning.
ReplyDeleteThank you Sherry and yes we need to plant a bazillion tree indeed!
DeleteI always enjoy a good rhyming scheme and this one is wonderful. I like the message I hear , we should only take what is needed and for every cut tree one should be planted to replenish
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Thank you so much Truedessa! Yes I wish that ballance of replacing what is cut could be what is done. It is sad and a great loss.
DeleteThis is lovely. I'd love to hear it sung or chanted, as it feels to me as if there is music just above the lines.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Chrissa! It did feel like a chant as I wrote it.
DeleteOh, I love this...I grew up in a small house surrounded by trees. I learned the language and feel the heartbreak of their loss. You too must have learned it early. :)
ReplyDeleteI did Susie, and my first poem was about the beautiful tree by our house.
DeleteI love this poem, Carrie. The quote underneath it is perfect.
ReplyDelete"Complacent ears can never hear" - How true!
ReplyDelete"And learn to sing and never tire" I absolutely adore that idea. Even the words repeat in the refrain, the song rings out clear and true.
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