Finding True Beauty Is a Gamble but I Used a Campers Paradise.
Artist, actor, poet, teacher, songwriter & actor with 4,000 poems & almost 1,000 songs written, performed recorded & published on line.
Some very lovely shots of my paradise away from home
Some woods, a cabin, a fire ring, a few days to kill that will allow you to think that you have died and gone to paradise.
I made an escape for just a few
days to a pristine sanctuary that
rivaled my humble home. The
drudgery of the same old, song
sung views from my property.
needed a visual revamp. And I
was growing weary
of the tediuos states of dissunion
So I booked a cabin in an isolated
location far from the status quo,
that was as quieter than a snail
slowly, slithering through a long
deserted mausoleum. There were
of course birds brightly chirping
squirrels chattering and chipmunks
dashing through the bramble but
aside from that nothing assailed
my ears as I lay in a comfy hammock
stretched between two huge maples.
The cabin had all of the amenities
as well as a hot tub to soak my
weary legs and feet from hikes I
had chosen to take. I made some
coffee in an old aluminum pot
percolating slowly over my camp
fire. You can forget all of your
cappuccinos and lattes and
kureigs, they will never rival a
cup of that steamy, flavorful
slow, fire -brewed nectar
of the God's. And it was just
as delicious reheated later that
night. I had the pleasure of
several deer visiting my site and
showing no fear.of me I sat outside
and played my guitar crafting
several new songs and the sound
quality in the deep woods was
superb. I was alone in God's
cathedral, baptized in his brief
showers and warmed by his
furnace in the sky. My dinners
were gourmet camp cuisine
There is no burger joint or
restaraunt that can ever come
close to a hamburger or hot dog
cooked over a fire. Juicy, mouth
watering and as ancient as what
the neanderthal's savored minus
the mammoth meat. There is just
something about food being
cooked outside, some mystique
that makes it taste so much
more delicious. I took a short
drive around noon the next
weather perfect day to a creek
and a lake and composed a
soon to be recorded song there.
It is called:
" My Much Needed Escape."
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Perched in a
comfy chair
on a sun-baked lake
With a cool, breeze
bowing through my hair
The temp was
a perfect seventy-eight
And the sand between
my bare toes
formed a cushion
firmly caked.
With trout leaping
to catch thier lunch
the many flies they ate.
The water called me to
come on in and take a swim
that would feel great
till I spotted what
just might do me in
Two unknown water snakes
Basked on the rocks
along the shore
So a quick splash there
would have to wait
Their bites might
leave me sore
I did not want them to
add me to thier daily
smorgosbord
and beneath the deeper
waters there might be
1OO more.
Then I took a walk around
that lake and found a
waterfall, tumbling down
Into a babbling brook
This scenic heaven had it all
So I took some time to video
the sounds the water made
Splashing over rocks
that looked like steps to
a deep pool it had laid
It was far too steep to
wade in as it rippled and
Then grew still in the shade
It was a spot that held such
beauty filling me with
calm and peace
And I knew that my brief
visit there had made my
trip complete
It was this that I was
seeking when I jumped
Into my car and headed
down the road to somewhere
that was so damned far.
from the woes of January
sixth and trumps planned
insurrection
When did my precious country
head in such a wrong direction
and the latest news of shootings
kIlling seven on the fourth
and wounding 39 beneath
A rifle meant for sport.
And the rulings of a court
that had become less
then supreme,
making all right winged
decisions that would
Create one sided future scenes
of enslaving women's choices
and leaving hungry
babies scream
when women forced
to bear them can't afford
The things they need.
Will the judges find adoptees
For the endless infants born
Did they think about that issue
when their verdicts
all were formed
So I'll dally by this
babbling creek
far away from all
the present grief
and find a measure of
relief by shedding what's
beyond belief....
And I will weave a
flowered wreath
for all who've lost
their most precious lives
And lay it gently on this lake
And make a wish
for those in pain
who were wounded
From an act insane
by a man not worthy
to be named
Then I will pray the USA
will choose to make
all of those pay who
stormed the Capital that day
because votes failed
to go their way
including Trump who
launched the frey
Then cowardly
on the sidelines stayed
Let justice serve a mighty blow
and Trump the skank who
we all know...
incited followers to go
It's time that he too, pays the toll
and for all babies forced to be
born orphaned without families
Let God who rules
us from above
Urge folks to raise them
all with love
For he's the only
supreme judge
no right winged rules
can make him budge
And when each woman
takes a stand
To vote anything but
REPUBLICAN'T !!!
They once again will
gain their rights
But it'll be a long
and up hill fight
As for me soon I'll
be headed home
Refreshed by
all the beauty known
in quiet places
Far from grief
Perhaps you too
should seek relief
From our great country's
endless woes
Find a peaceful place
and than just go
Away from news
and twisted views
Find far more peaceful
things to do
Then go on back home
With your soul renewed.
© 2022 Matthew Frederick Blowers III
