"Autobiographies of great nations are written in three manuscripts – a book of deeds, a book of words, and a book of art.
Of the three, I would choose the latter as truest testimony." - Sir Kenneth Smith, Great Civilisations

"I must write each day without fail, not so much for the success of the work, as in order not to get out of my routine." - Leo Tolstoy

I have never believed that one should wait until one is inspired because I think the pleasures of not writing are so
great that if you ever start indulging them you will never write again. - John Updike

"The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour
is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it." - J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

R.E. Slater - Meadowlands (a poem)

by R.E. Slater

I had been happy in my ignorance and in my service

but am grown old and no longer happy as I once was

birthed so long ago upon those careless days of froth and wonder.

The burdens of the day have spent me

and have caused my steps to seek again the favor of the sun

that once shone so warm, so brightly, across springtime meadows fair.

Flashing day's dews of a wiser, more carefree youth

amid dreamscapes held fast glistening solitary marvels

nestled snugly within the craggy wildernesses of heaven’s grand peace.

For it was there in the frothy streams of discovery and conscience I wandered

considering man and beast, wind and muse, upon day's hand

knowing not whither purpose or end each was sent by the warming rays.

Then whilst tending to many gardens did the waning day grow long and cold

leaving its earlier peace but a foundling memory warm and alive

somberly promising all paths forever blessed, whither they led, each fulsome soul.

- R.E. Slater

December 21, 2011

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