Category Archives: Nature

These poems have a basic “nature” theme, and give those that read these, a feeling of what the poemsmight bring to them

Paramecium 2014–42

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The Paramecium  2014-42

A real life critter not made up in my mind!!!!  I can recall in the 7th grade at Cochran Jr. High School in Johnstown, Pa, the science teacher showing us what was in pond scum. We looked at it in a microscope and saw what was an amoeba is and a paramecium. To think that I may have drunk some water, while camping, and have those things in the water, swimming around for awhile in my stomach; ugh…….

The Paramecium

The Paramecium is a small creature indeed,

It flitters and skitters at a very small speed.

It has tiny so called legs, which go all around,

So many, in fact, that its not sure where its bound.

It moves this way and that way, in search of its food,

You would think that it was in a terrible mood.

It’s shaped like a shoe, or bean, more or less,

Why it looks like it does, is anyone’s guess.

It’s a good think its tiny and very hard to see,

Otherwise, if big, it would surely scare me..

DDB

Flies in the Attic 2014-30

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Flies in the Attic   2014-30

Living in Johnstown, PA at our house on Beckley  Ave., in the attic, were two windows on either side of the peak of the house. As a kid, so long ago, I HATED to go up there in the summer time, due to the flies that buzzed around the windows. They never got down to the bedrooms or any living area, but were there in the attic. I always wondered, then and still now, how the  heck did they get there, what did they eat to live on, and grow up to be adult flies.

 

Christmas ornaments and Halloween masks,

Mothballs in the corner from last winter’s storage

Dust in the air, unsettled by footsteps, a sneeze

Disturbing the soundless darkened room

 

Rafters with knob and tube ceramics,

Guiding an AC charge to down below.

A window stained, grime from the years,

Cobwebs clustered here and there.

 

Heaped in a pile below filtered light – bodies

Of winged, black buzzers, quiet now.

How born, how fed, whence did they come?

To die trying for freedom?

DDB

Waterfall 2014-13

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How vividly I recall our visit to the Cuyahoga Valley National Park near Cleveland and seeing the beauty of the woods, the valley and a place called Brandywine Falls. I was there on a late summer day and the leaves were starting to change for the beginning of the Fall season. You could stand at the top of the waterway and see where the falls began and then take a walk down a wooden platform walkway to get below the falls and look up at the spray. Brandywine is not a BIG waterfall, but is impressive anyhow, because of its beauty. When you look at the stream below the falls, it becomes again, a simple stream, but the falls make the transition from above to below, just wonderful to see.

Waterfall

The wandering cool stream gently sped

Moving toward the precipice close ahead

Funnels of rock squeeze the flowing water

Pushing it toward the outcrop faster

Emerald greed moss nurtured by its flow

Mingle with the ferns above and below

Molecules of wetness leap in the air

In bursting spray without a care

Once blue-brown now white, so white,

Plunging down with all its might

A constant thunder and roar make a bellow

And becomes louder as it races below

The cascading cataract frozen in flight

Smashes on the boulders with all its might

Reaching for the sky it falls, near the shore

Then continues flowing gently as ever before DDB