beneath my feet
and mountains to rest
my eyes against.
I need hardwood
trees with leaves of green
and dogwood and redbud
blooms in spring.
seasons throughout the year,
creeks that run cool and clear,
valleys of green, birds of air,
rolling hills at which to stare,
I need roadside lilies that grow
volunteer, houses with porches
and ladder-back chairs.
need barns and cattle and
fresh plowed fields, vegetable
gardens and produce stands.
I need black-eyed Susies
growing in ditches, and wild
roses growing on barbed-wire
fences. I need open space,
chipmunks unseen, squirrels
rabbits, hear mockingbirds sing.
I need tree lines in the distance
and mountains grand. Though I love
the ocean, the beach, the sand,
the plains, the prairie, the desert,
lowlands, these places cannot still
my glance. I need mountains
to rest my eyes against.
Lee Green, a writer of fiction, creative nonfiction, poetry
and essay, presents various Life Stories programs and workshops
and challenges others to write their memoirs.
Judy Lee Green