Nature’s Course

Natures Course short poem

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It was the middle of winter.
A crisp white morning.
Birds trilling in high pitched notes.
Did their little feet get cold?
I wondered, as I walked by
listening to their sweet tunes.
Deep in thought, a car
horn peeped, I nearly jumped
out of my skin. What a din,
I thought, no need for that.
You’d think it a sin to walk
slowly across the road.
I shook my head, a little sad,
but there clad in all her summer
glory a butterfly fluttered
hither and thither. I just stood and
stared in sheer delight, but
worried for her plight as a bird
swooped down. I turned around
I could not bear to watch
as nature took its course.
The next car horn that blasted
out, I shook my fist and give it
the V for victory sign, as I
let my own sweet nature
take its natural course.

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I love writing and reading poems, not so much the classics these days but knew fresh stuff I find that exciting. New styles and new ideas. Some people paint, or write books or do crafts to get the inside out, me I do poetry and read the inside of folk I love to write fun and nature poems the best though.
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Bill Peeler

That’s right, V for victory! A gesture that defies the honkers and the squawkers and shames the rushed and the rude with nothing more than a its own sweet natured reply. A good word you put out there, Johanna.

Darren Scanlon

Brilliant, Johanna. It does us good to let out our vexations, sometimes.

Nicely done!


Akhtar Jawad

What a lovely poem! I was moved with it’s beauty.


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