May 04, 2000

Images

.... by Dee Walmsley

The noise from the traffic on my street is interfering with my thoughts. How I miss the solitude of the country where the only sounds were those of the gentle songbirds that sang their arias from dawn to dusk. But now the rising sun is met with sounds of cars ferrying their passengers to work like ants on a forest floor. Gone are nature’s symphonies overpowered by the steady drone of gas engines and rubber meeting pavement.

The air freshened by the night, is once again polluted and stinks of carbon monoxide. The woodland scents and colors are but images in my mind.

I can smell the uncut grass whispering in the wind, and green fields flecked with wild flowers of brilliant yellows, reds and blues. Of air perfumed with pine, rose and honeysuckle. Images of rabbits hopping, mixing brown and green as they make their way through the grass to their burrows and of deer tails flashing, as they bound away into the woodlot.

My mind continues to conjure up images. I see a log cabin, smoke gently curling into the air from the stone chimney. The smell of wet woolen mittens hanging near the hearth invades my nostrils bringing childhood memories back from the deep recesses of my mind. I am surrounded by the sounds of the saucy squirrels, downy woodpeckers and off on the lake the mournful cry of the loon enters my soul.

Sadly they are only images, now contaminated. The cars continue their endless pilgrimages polluting my mind and environment along the way

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