Poetry

A wonderfull poem written by my cousin Samantha Braum

A Wanderer Reflects

My boots have left a print where ancient feet once trod

My wheels have left a track of curiosity

I wonder what it was that drove them onward

I wonder what it was that kept them moving

My eyes have witnessed sunsets unimagined

My heart has felt the unspeakable sunrise

 I am awed by Nature's artistry

A photographer’s dream

I have raced a Springbok across the Veldt

I have touched a Goshawk in flight

My spirit just an arm’s length from perfection

My words incapable of description

Bow low to the majestic architect

Be humbled by His vast palette

It is here that science fiction is inspired

Surrounded by rock and formation

I have rested my head in desolate places

Places few modern eyes have settled upon

I wonder how many feet have past this way.

I wonder how many heads have lain where I lay.

I have felt the desire to stop and stare in wonder

While others speed by conscious only of themselves

Humankind with a need to say, "I've done it!"

Humankind with no eyes to say, "I've seen it!"

I have glimpsed the lives of fellow wonderers

I have heard their story while they listened to mine

We have walked the same path together

Then parted ways in the dust of a new road

I have sat and pondered normality

While God paints pictures in the sky

I have yearned for family and friends

For the beauty I see should be shared 

I have cursed God in the snow, wind and rain

Then praised His Majesty as I happen upon paradise

These two wheels offer no shield or comfort

They lead only into Mother Nature's embrace 

I have looked into the eyes of an old man

As he remembers days long gone

 I saw a reflection in his eyes

Of his past, his journeys and his youth

I have tried to capture this beauty with a lens

 It is time to put the camera to rest

Perhaps her words will capture my ramblings

Perhaps her pen will fill this canvas

Samantha Braum Feb 2014