FC: Poems and Images by Brad Dishman December 2008
1: At the prairie trail I hear feet crunching, pencil writing, birds singing, bugs buzzing, wind blowing, and people getting dusted. By Madison Dishman November 16, 2008
2: Fallen Life What wondrous beauty did you once provide! What crawly animals live on or in your side. How did this beautiful place change over the many years that you stood watch over this quiet valley floor on which you now lay.
3: Dead Tree What wondrous beauty did you once provide. What crawly animals live on or in you’re your side. How did this beautiful place change over the many years that you stood watch over this quiet valley floor on which you now lay. You started out in the ground for which you now are returning. Thank you for your many years of giving that you provided this serene community. | You started out in the ground for which you now are returning. Thank you for your many years of giving that you provided this serene community.
4: As I sit here on this fossil covered limestone rock, I soak in the beauty of this delicate, obscure pond that is teaming with life. This pond is the reward after trekking through the head tall grasses and weeds as you meander down the nearly treeless hill.
5: The only sounds you hear are the ones nature provides. Beauty comes from their musical tunes. This is a peopleless, unman-made world where I am the sole human visitor who needs nature’s permission to tread.
6: This rock is my performing arts center front row seat where nature performs its most memorable acts. What calmness and solitude this quiet small pond provides to a soul that yearns for rejuvenation. Thank you, nature.
7: When in nature, I find myself yearning to peer into all directions with each step I take so I can soak up every image, smell, and sound that is enveloping me at that moment.
8: As the north wind pushes itself through the fall air, you watch the leaves quiver on their twigs
9: in deep thought as to whether they will be the next to tumble to their final resting spot among the many others that blanket the ground.
11: The leaves descend from the sky like a blizzard of snow falling at gyrating angles.
12: Spider webs float like golden hair as they whisk the next generation of spiders on their way to their new homes.
13: I went for a walk in the woods today! Every step was an adventure for my senses.
14: The north breeze was whisking the golden rustling leaves disconnecting them from their life-giving branches as they floated and tumbled to the forest floor.
16: The insects that still had their life were stiffly sitting still in the morning sunlight that beamed through the many cavernous holes that were appearing where a leaf once was.
18: The song birds are quiet since they are no longer sharing their sweet music in the shadowy trees above.
19: Beauty is the light that is provided by that ever being sun. Without this calmness of nature, life would be without one of its finest times.
20: Sky, grass, and solitude as far as the eye can see. Sounds of a south breeze rustling the grass below my feet.
21: The blackened prairie that is strewn with sandstone rocks that are marked with a millennium of weathering. What a beautiful, quiet place that nature has provided!
24: Fragile beauty glistening white. Curls that only nature could meticulously design. Produced flawlessly in one night only to meet its melting demise in the morning warmth of the sun.
25: Its blanket of ice appearing to protect its stem from which it extruded the moisture that produced its form. Its icy moisture soon to return to the Earth to await the future awakening of a new stem host.
27: Awaken, awaken! The sky grows bright. The shadows of the night move silently down Coyote Hill to sleep their dreamy day away until the brilliant sun begins sliding away into the western horizon.
28: A cold brisk breeze blows through the seemingly lifeless trees that no longer sway with their singing leaves.
29: The crisp fresh air is nearly silent except for the honking Canadian Geese that are flying like marching soldiers in their v-shaped cadence.
30: The woodpecker perches near as if to inform me that the sun is now welcoming the morning as its warmth now pierces the valley floor. The day is now started!
31: Illusive, quiet, and lifeless. As extraordinary as it is to see a meteor plummet toward the Earth in its quiet luminance streak, so too falls the leaves of the sky stretching trees.
32: Quietly, peacefully, they float to the ground below the opening canopy that now allows the undergrowth to absorb the warmth and brilliance of the short winter sun.
33: The awaiting nutrients return to the Earth as these marvelous earth tones bring gifts of future life.
34: The constant flow of this meandering stream never receives the thanks from the life that it provides. Its ever flowing, pure, clean waters bring life and beauty to a peaceful place.
35: Its babbling continual song quiets the mind, heart, and thoughts. It brings peace to a never ending busy life that yearns for these few minutes of solitude.
36: So please never stop and please never leave, for you are the best medicine that I will ever receive.
38: Calm, peaceful beauty surrounds this vibrant, still pond.
39: Willow leaves drift silently on the brown reflecting water as large, black shadows sail overhead as they scan for their next meal. A blanket of blue sky provides the sun the opportunity to quickly add warmth to this still Earth.
40: This serenity refreshes the souls of all who can wait patiently to soak it all in.