Life on the Open Road

Life on the Open Road
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Saturday, September 30, 2017

I'll Paint You a Rainbow

by Grace E. Easley 

I’ll paint you a rainbow to hang on the wall, 
to brighten your heart when the gray shadows fall.

On a canvas of joy outlasting the years,
with a soft brush of sweetness to dry all your tears.

I’ll paint you a rainbow with colors of smiles
that glow with sincerity over the miles. 

On a palette of words I will tenderly blend
Tones into treasures of sunlight and wind. 

I’ll paint you a rainbow that reaches so wide, 
Your sights and your sorrows will vanish inside,
And deep in the center of each different hue,
A memory fashioned especially for you. 

So lift up your eyes, for suspended above,
A rainbow designed by the fingers of love. 

Last night, as I was walking the beach, I looked up at this beautiful sight of the moon, the clouds, and the pink lighting over the glorious ocean waves and soft sand. The number of times I’ve walked the beach and looked around, no other person nearby(sometimes even in sight), where I smile and appreciate the beauty of it, the magnificent colors and textures and sounds and feelings- it’s such a common and wonderful experience and I so enjoy it. When my Great Aunt transitioned from the physical, this poem was on the cards at the funeral. It was so lovely and fitting and, as I looked up last night, I recalled the words, “I’ll paint you a rainbow.” It wasn’t a rainbow I was looking at. It was natural beauty and I watched the coloring as I walked and the sun set, changing from the pink to grey and then darker and darker night. It was all beautiful and the ocean was calm. I wanted to share this here. 

I’m doing extremely well. Life is incredibly good and I am excited and eager for more while also finding so many moments like these, where I am so content and happy right where I am. I update Instagram more often, though I will be back here with more soon enough. Inspired posts are far more favorable than anything else to me and so I update when and as it feels best to. Regardless, I continue to notice and appreciate a great many moments and experiences in my days as I trek on. The journey is the living and I am savoring every step! 

Friday, November 18, 2016

After the Fact: The Sandburg Home in Flat Rock, North Carolina

Not far from Hendersonville is Flat Rock where the historic home of Carl and Lilian "Paula" Sandburg is. It is a beautiful spot with trails, the house to tour, barns and goats and chickens and a milk room. Carl Sandburg is a well-known poet and his wife had a successful dairy goat farm for years. The goats here are still related to her heard. I recommend a visit if you’re in the area. They were doing work on the house when I was there so it was largely empty and I think it would be cool to check back once it is finished. I still enjoyed the tour as is. I took lots of pictures on the property, too.
IMG_6827IMG_6824IMG_6819IMG_6817IMG_6831IMG_6833IMG_6842IMG_6843IMG_6846IMG_6864IMG_6872IMG_6878IMG_6881IMG_6883IMG_6829IMG_6813IMG_6810IMG_6794IMG_6799IMG_6803IMG_6789IMG_6788Here's a poem by Sandburg. I have bolded my favorite lines.

FROM the time of the early radishes
To the time of the standing corn
Sleepy Henry Hackerman hoes.
There are laws in the village against weeds.
The law says a weed is wrong and shall be killed.
The weeds say life is a white and lovely thing
And the weeds come on and on in irrepressible regiments.
Sleepy Henry Hackerman hoes; and the village law uttering a ban on weeds is unchangeable law.