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The Little Girl who Loved the Earth
- The Little Girl who Loved the Earth -
In the golden light of a certain afternoon, many years ago,
After a walk through the woods, the rays of the sun shining...
Through curtains of green, as if of uncanny paths to show,
I came upon a place unknown to me through any divining.
Past fields and forests, past gardens and pastures pristine,
The scent of the grass, of tall pines, and of earth in the air...
I came to a place where the scent of lilies could be gleaned,
And there I saw a little girl with long and lovely raven hair.
Dressed she was in a country dress, but from a bygone day,
She was playing in a garden near farmlands on the outskirts...
Taking her time to notice me, and longer before she did say,
A word of greeting, but with a tone of voice as used by flirts.
She asked if I came from the cornfield or from the far hills,
And when I said I had not, she smiled with an impish grin...
Telling me things that would give the average person chills,
Of a sort I had never heard before, nor hoped to hear again.
Come play with me, said she, in the stalks near to a stream,
That runs through this place, where no one works this hour...
The corn is quiet there, and when there is the errant breeze,
It sounds like the wind blowing the sea with a grand power.
I let her lead me by the hand, to that part of that rural land,
Which today is there no longer, for time has changed it all...
She cupped some soil in her palms, let it run out like sand,
Telling me of that future, when every corn stalk would fall.
She said that no one loves the earth like they did long ago,
For now machines work the land more than farmers of old...
And in places the earth cries out, fearing some horrid woe,
That goes ignored so long as products continue to get sold.
The stream is not as clean, and the air is no longer as pure,
But the spirit of the land speaks in the hearts of each child...
Promising a time when all will be as brand new once more,
The pains of the earth but little, and the damage only mild.
I told her of the places I walked and the things I had done,
And she knew that I was not of this world, much like she...
We played together for hours, until night claimed the sun,
And I saw that the soil bled in spots no mortal eye can see.
She was a spirit, a ghost from a time that has now passed,
And I will not name her, not until the hour comes around...
Though her teachings stayed with me, and even now last,
Long after that field had been cut forever from the ground.
In the golden light of a certain afternoon, many years ago,
After a walk through the woods, the rays of the sun shining...
Through curtains of green, as if of uncanny paths to show,
I came upon a place unknown to me through any divining.
Past fields and forests, past gardens and pastures pristine,
The scent of the grass, of tall pines, and of earth in the air...
I came to a place where the scent of lilies could be gleaned,
And there I saw a little girl with long and lovely raven hair.
Dressed she was in a country dress, but from a bygone day,
She was playing in a garden near farmlands on the outskirts...
Taking her time to notice me, and longer before she did say,
A word of greeting, but with a tone of voice as used by flirts.
She asked if I came from the cornfield or from the far hills,
And when I said I had not, she smiled with an impish grin...
Telling me things that would give the average person chills,
Of a sort I had never heard before, nor hoped to hear again.
Come play with me, said she, in the stalks near to a stream,
That runs through this place, where no one works this hour...
The corn is quiet there, and when there is the errant breeze,
It sounds like the wind blowing the sea with a grand power.
I let her lead me by the hand, to that part of that rural land,
Which today is there no longer, for time has changed it all...
She cupped some soil in her palms, let it run out like sand,
Telling me of that future, when every corn stalk would fall.
She said that no one loves the earth like they did long ago,
For now machines work the land more than farmers of old...
And in places the earth cries out, fearing some horrid woe,
That goes ignored so long as products continue to get sold.
The stream is not as clean, and the air is no longer as pure,
But the spirit of the land speaks in the hearts of each child...
Promising a time when all will be as brand new once more,
The pains of the earth but little, and the damage only mild.
I told her of the places I walked and the things I had done,
And she knew that I was not of this world, much like she...
We played together for hours, until night claimed the sun,
And I saw that the soil bled in spots no mortal eye can see.
She was a spirit, a ghost from a time that has now passed,
And I will not name her, not until the hour comes around...
Though her teachings stayed with me, and even now last,
Long after that field had been cut forever from the ground.
Published 6th May 2023
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20th May 2023 2:22am
Greetings to you, Rianne! So wonderful to hear from you again, too. I am delighted you liked my poem; it was a joy to write, and as ever it was a joy also to share. Whilst this was based on a supernatural encounter I had once where I met with the spirit of a little girl and discovered she was in life very much like myself in a great many ways, especially regarding her love for the Earth, and nature... it is always astounding when one realizes that like ever and always attracts like, and people who share certain things in common are always bound to meet one another even beyond the boundaries of life, death, and this world's confines. I think the fact that I myself am quite childlike probably called to her... and made her realize I was someone she could trust and befriend. So, this was not just recounting a beautiful moment, but this poem also contains a powerful and inspiring message about protecting the environment and showing that even children can sometimes realize the importance of such things.
Many brightest of blessings to you as well!
Kara :)
Many brightest of blessings to you as well!
Kara :)
29th May 2023 2:29am
This was both sad and sweet at the same time, and spiritual and profound too! I loved reading it very much, babe. These journeys you've been on, you could write a whole book based just on them if you wanted to! And I would totally read every single word of it. Love you lots!
30th May 2023 2:51am
I never tire of relating these journeys, whether in my poetry or in my regular writings... some were very profound, and what I experienced during them stayed with me. You never know where life will take you sometimes, and in every destination... there is something to be discovered and learned. Likely I could write a book based on all of these sorts of experiences I have had, if I set my mind to do so. But I am content to share my journeys on here and in other places, and most especially with you, my love! Love you lots and lots too. *Big Smiles* :D
