It's Spring! And I get inspired just strolling amidst the fresh new green of the trees. The feel of Spring this year brought back a memory of a park near where I grew up. When I was a kid, I was convinced there were fairies and woodland creatures in Forest Park, it felt so magical. And a poem came to me, which I share with you.
Along for the Ride
Who rides inside of me?
This fine Spring day
When trees blush
Prettily in pink
And grin frizzy green.
Who rides inside? My Dad,
His love of nature
Rooted deep in me.
Who rides inside? My
Grandfather’s garden
Where once I dug in delight
And now each bud and bloom stir
Smiles inside my heart.
Who rides inside
My deep dark woods?
A Forest Park elf
Behind an old stone wall
Up to some sweet mischief.
I feel the brush
Of fairy wings
Dusting me with mystery.
I hear the hidden creatures
Call from some faraway
Place … or time …
Spring takes the stage again
With a trumpet blast
And a drum roll.
Winter’s dead dread is
But a distant dream.
Spring ignites the great
White Way of my life
And makes her abode
Deep inside … for the ride.
© E.M. Ramos 4/11/2010
