Bonny Park and Poem

I went to Bonny Park late Thursday evening because I knew I would be in St. Louis for the remainder of the week. As I was sitting there just taking in the nature around me, I began to think of all the incredible places I have been in my life. See, my family has always had a music ministry and every summer we travel all the way to Maine and then make our way back down. So along the way my Mom has always made sure to stop and appreciate any kind of nature that anyone of us kids found exciting. One of my favorite states to go to is the state of Maine because of the incredible beauty of it, especially in the summer time. One place that I have always found outstanding is “Thunder Hole” in Acadia National Park. “Thunder Hole is a small inlet, naturally carved out of the rocks, where the waves roll into. At the end of this inlet, down low, is a small cavern where, when the rush of the wave arrives, air and water is forced out like a clap of distant thunder. Water may spout as high as 40 feet with a thunderous roar! Hence the name: Thunder Hole.” Being there in person is always an amazing experience, just witnessing the power of the water, and realizing that even though it is so beautiful, it is also extremely dangerous if you don’t keep your distance. Here is a website that has a few pictures of Thunder Hole: 

http://www.acadiamagic.com/ThunderHole.html

Another amazing spot in Maine is also in Acadia National Park, on top of Cadillac Mountain. Being able to see the ocean from a mountain is not something you get to experience very often, and being able to go there at sunrise and sunset because my Grandparents only live 10 minutes away is also a rarity. These are just two examples of some of the incredible experience I have had with nature.

"I went to Lake Bonny Park [or Circle B Bar Reserve] for this field trip, and I stayed there for at least 45 minutes

“Resting in The Grass”

As I rest in the grass

The pendulum rests

in gravity’s cradle

during these purple-hued hours

spinning by after midnight.  

I sit under a night sky

impassioned by celestial bodies.  

watching moon-kissed trees sway

and let shadow’s theater play

upon my impressionable imagination.  

Go deeper still,

to find silence and solitude,

the twin sister muses of a troubled mind.  

Call me Traveler!,

world weary and sundrenched,

I rest down on this grass bed.  

Heaven's veil is a little thinner here,

the Angel's song a little clearer,

and these crimson stains

are white beneath Polaris,

as I quietly drift asleep.