From The Eyes Of A Deer

Poetry from The Living Of Loving

I recently found this poem in an old steno book.  In 1995, I was four years away from living on the ranch and  now on 3 acres.  Musing about how the world would look from the eyes of a deer…a long time ago.

©GWJ Creative Art, 2019

From The Eyes Of A Deer

Have you ever wanted to travel
The fields of Yesteryear?
Just to see the way things looked…
Perhaps from the eyes of a deer?

When everything was wild
Wild and alone
In overlapping wonder
This Earth at Peace, at Home.

And silence so enchanting
The air of every note
Conducted from Divinity
The Master Heart has wrote.

Your senses filled to bursting
The return to Now you’ll dread
For hit with sudden living
You’ll recognize what’s dead.

©K, Kidwell, 1995

Travelling to Boston a few years ago I took this photo of Walden Pond where Henry D Thoreau loved to be.  I imagine he saw the world of yesteryear through the eyes of a deer and more.  Lucky are we that he wrote about his nature experience.

Thoreau’s Walden Pond

©Katie Kidwell, 2019, The Living Of Loving
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