I just ran across a lovely poem from the Appalachian Mountains, Big Stone Gap, Virginia, (where I used to live) to be exact. It was written by a talented local poet, Bonnie Ball in 1935. I decided to share a brief excerpt from the poem with you. It is entitled "Rare Pleasures."
"Rare Pleasures"
Do you know where the violets grow? I do!
I have gathered them fresh in the due
Over in Grandpa's meadow, white and blue...
Have you ever drunk from a mountain spring,
From a cup made of leaves...or anything?
Have you heard the sound mountain waters sing? ...
Have you ever made a daisy chain? ...
Have you ever really roamed a country lane? ...
-Bonnie Ball from "Bonnie's Rhythmic Verse"
(There are so many talented people everywhere who can write, sing, act, do arts and crafts, etc. whose work goes virtually unrecognized. Let's all try to support those locally who have gifts so that others can be made aware of their talents and abilities. Maybe that talented person is you. If so, remember-don't hide your light under a bushel. Step out with your talents and share them!)
Positive thought: "In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks." -John Muir
Thanks for visiting! Until next Sunday, Becky
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