This great site suggests 55 types of poems, so for the next couple of months,
I aim to write one poem of each type. Since this is a site relating to earth, music, and mindfulness, I will limit myself to those topics as I write (I’ll tag the appropriate category among those three).
The thirty-sixth type is the Pastoral, which shows rural life as peaceful and beautiful, traditionally with shepherds and hills.
I’ll recollect a visit to a meditation center:
Among the trees
Here now among the birds and trees
Let us sit down and soon be still
Step by step, we walk these hills
As sun goes by and birdsongs trill
The trees are tall, with tales to tell
And grass beneath is soft and wet
I cannot still my mind as yet
I have so much to give and get
And up and down and up we go
And flowers bloom and raise their heads
I sit and walk and think instead
And breathe and breathe upon my bed
And sunset sunrise all are one
The day goes by as all can tell
My mind, it quiets a bit as well
Listens as we sound the bell.