Long ago
the sun
rising and setting
had daily witnesses
life bustled
animals thrived
one could hear
laughter
and smell
sweat
from a hard days
work
people and animal were
married to this land
their bodies were made of the air they breathed
the soil that fed them
the sun that brought life
the rain that quenched all thirst
now
their bones
nourish the land that once fed them
the earth
is never lost
~
So tiny, so old, so many stories live in it's bones:
Life~
lost and found
one dies
another
thrives
one dies
another
thrives
cycles
and circles
only
now
~
Read more with the prompt: 'Lost', at Sunday Scribblings
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I often look at old and falling down houses and barns and wonder what the tales would be if the walls could talk. That first photo is one that conveys that mood. Good Post!
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ReplyDeleteThere is something enticing about old buildings, a yearning to feel into a place from a long ago time.
Thanks for your visit~
Beautiful. Your images and words tell splendid stories. :)
ReplyDeleteThis is a lovely poem and visions of the beautiful, yet sometimes gruesome cycles of life! Where's that old homestead? This photo draws me....
ReplyDeletexo abigail
Genie Sea,
ReplyDeleteThank you four visit.
Abagail,
These photos were taken off the wonderful narrow hwy 141, you would love it. The first photo is of barn buildings, the second image, miles north is a wee cabin, chimney and all.
What beautiful scenes and words to go along with them. I love that old barn...it's perfect to photograph at any time of year.
ReplyDeleteYou nourish our souls with your images and words. Thank you:)
ReplyDeleteSuch beautiful photos and a lovely poem! I always wonder about old places: if the walls would only whisper their story! ;-)
ReplyDeleteHi Tammie! Good stuff. I havent been blogging lately, lots going on with work. I missed all your winter images! Hope you had fun XC skiing!
ReplyDeleteP.S. I meant to say that I am really glad I found your blog, it is a peaceful place of beauty.
ReplyDeleteOne of my favorite things to capture in photos are the old buildings as they have so much charactor. Your shots are beautiful and your words spectacular. Smiles B
ReplyDeleteYour blog is always such a delightful place to visit - the photos are lovely and your words are natural and beautiful.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful post, I would love to live in a small cottage like that in the middle of nowhere, but I wouldn't want to live there alone, the nights would be too scary!
ReplyDeleteThese photos and nostalgic words are wonderful. I love the look of weathered wood that persists long after its builders are gone.
ReplyDeleteI hope you're collecting all of these photos and meditations into one gorgeous book. Sign me up for the first printing.
ReplyDeleteI like the line
ReplyDelete"Long ago
the sun
rising and setting
had daily witnesses"
I find that when I do take time to watch a sunrise or sunset - it is always magical and uplifting. Food for the spirit.
Everyone of you, I love your visits!
ReplyDeleteMurat11~
I am actually in the midst of printing out my poems today...
in the midst of designing a first copy just so I can hold it in my hands and see if it is something to offer others
Your comment flew in as though you are a gecko (right, like Montana has geckos, I must be dreaming of tropical paradise) on my cabin wall, watching what I am up too!
I love visiting you blog. Lovely poems and photos to inspire our senses. Best wishes :)
ReplyDeleteYou fill me up!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words and wonderful pictures! :)
Your first picture is truly wonderful. It does a great job of conveying the emptiness and yet the beauty of the scene. But to be honest I enjoyed all of these scenes and your words only added to my enjoyment.
ReplyDeleteWoW - I wasn't expecting that last shot - but Awesome eagle shot! You sure captured him brilliantly!
ReplyDeleteThe other photos are so beautiful - I love them - I always love mountain photos, so you'll see me say that a LOT since you're photographing Montana!!!
This is so beautiful. And such a lovely poem to go along with it. I love scenes like these. I would love to live in this place and bask in all that beauty!
ReplyDeleteI wish I could write beautiful poems.
ReplyDeleteI always wonder how it is to be in the middle of the show. It's snowing right there right? Have a wonderful day. Wonderful entries.
ReplyDeleteJoyoz Photography
Love this Tammie ... wonderful combination of words and images ... the connection of person to land that survives beyond time.
ReplyDeleteYou amaze me! Beautiful words and beautiful photos... Thank you dear soul ;)
ReplyDeleteOh I love old buildings...I always wonder about the stories behind them, what happened within the walls, who the people were that spent time there. Love the pics!
ReplyDeleteYour blog is so beautiful! I love your photography and poems.
ReplyDeleteJanice.
beautiful multi media portrait of the eternal connection of the very large whole of it all!!!
ReplyDeleteAll so true. However, many don't even realize they are in cycles anymore or what meaning that may hold for them. They have become lost in the cycles, forgetting that they are even in them and are a product of them. If only they could watch a sunrise, and then a sunset, and then appreciate everything in between.
ReplyDeleteSo beautifully written. Thanks for sharing this with us. It is perfect.
ReplyDeleteI love this take on "circles." Those cycles have an inherent dignity. The eagle conveys that beautifully. Thanks for sharing this.
ReplyDeleteThe description is so good as to bring sights and smells—the work, the sweat, the laughter—and your point brings the melancholy that loss can bring when we cling to the nonexistence of permanence. And the pictures aid your points and heighten emotions. Very enjoyable experience : )
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad you don't use the embedded comments (they don't work for me for some reason) so I'm able to tell you how much I enjoyed this poem/post! I love the sentiments, the poetic wisom. And the mostly vertical format really creates a nice visual progression of time and place, and yet, it circles...
ReplyDeleteHi Tammy L, I grew up on a farm in the midwest. Your poem reminded me of our country school during recess when we played a game of 'Fox and Goose' in the fresh snow.
ReplyDeleteWe started with a circle, put a 'base' in the middle and then various snow routes were trodden for us 'geese' to run away from the 'fox' to safety at the base.
Lovely pictures and the word images make me think of mans insignificance, that life goes on regardless - and that we each become part of the whole!!
ReplyDeleteT L, your poems are lovely. I love how you first paint with words and then The wonderful Photos. Well done my friend.
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Oh no wonder. You gave the wrong link at the misterlinky.
ReplyDelete"Life~
ReplyDeletelost and found
one dies
another
thrives"
Beautifully said and your images are stunning!
I was watching a interview of a farmer high up in the valley.The old man was alone now.All the other houses were not in use.The reporter started pointing this out and talked of how sad it was that the valley was without people,and asked how the farmer felt. The old one said happily ,we have to think in a bigger picture !100 years from now or later the valley will be alive again.I am so glad when surprises like that come from the people you least expect it!
ReplyDeleteThe never ending circles of life .. this in one of the reasons I am being cremated, I can not abide my dead flesh sealed in a steel coffin, where my ashes won't help the earth that gave me life.
ReplyDeleteWhatever happened to ashes to ashes, dust to dust ...
I truly enjoyed this.
I love the line, "bodies made of the air they breath". Absolutely wonderful!
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