POEMS
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Poems by Martin Simpson
Vastness
When in magnificent vistas
Have you felt the vastness inside
Which longs to be filled with the answers
To the questions that in all reside?
This, the great purpose of nature,
To point to the One who can fill
The enormous space that’s within us
So from restlessness we may be still.
Photo by Martin Simpson
The Cycle
The mountains release a ribbon
Of silver that runs to the sea,
Where life’s mist ascends to the blue sky
For the windows of heaven to free.
In this cycle a lesson is given,
That nothing is here just for one,
For we are all part of a cycle,
And in giving, nothing is gone.
For to that which sheds forth a blessing,
It returns in abundance repaid,
And to all who share in the giving,
The spirit of God is displayed.
Photo by Martin Simpson
Like Soldiers
Like soldiers, dressed in red, gold and green
Racing hearts
as the time draws near
Like soldiers, facing death,
Not wanting to go,
but unable to stay
Like soldiers, they charge the guns,
The hail of shot,
the smell of smoke
Like soldiers, they fall and die.
A cloud of feathers,
the memory of a pheasant,
drifts slowly to the earth.
Photo by Martin Simpson
Photo by Martin Simpson
Prospectors
A silver ribbon tumbles through
Lofty peaks, 'neath dome of blue.
In glittering seams along that streak
Prospectors precious metals seek.
The bush above deep pools, glass green,
In mirrored calm, all twice is seen.
But lazy waters must move on
With quickening pace down boistrous run...
Photo by Martin Simpson
Mission
Accomplished
Salmon gaping their last
Tattered flesh, insipid and torn
Sinuous forms wave like white flags
Surrendering to the flow
Goal accomplished
Nothing else matters.
Dazzling stars over sunset’s blaze
BROOK
TROUT
Illustration by Martin Simpson
BROWN
TROUT
Speckled cunning
A fox with fins.
Painting by Martin Simpson
RAINBOW
TROUT
In uniform green
With flash of steel
And scarlet sash.
