Investment
Survey the hills of home, now bathed in light,
Whose gladness is to please the jaded eye
Of careworn soul, grown weary of the slight
Reward afforded by the dreary tie
Between desire for pleasure and its gain.
And yet, those hills ; what are they if not heaps
Of stones and dust? And what the light? – in main
An airy nothingness. Yet fancy leaps,
Investing beauty in the dullest dust,
And so transform the merest native Earth.
Creating things of wonder, as we must,
Is surely our appointed task. If worth
Be reckoned fair and made as kind to kind,
Then beauty’s born from aught but living mind.
Jamie MacNab 2011
perfect rhyming,
there is something special about your poetry, the light or love for nature and life,
outstanding style.
keep it up.
Hello, Thursday Poets Rally, and welcome to my blog – and thank you for your kind words, too.
I am intrigued by your name ; but then all names are intriguing, aren’t they? And they tell so much about a person.