Guest Poet: Robert Browning

Today, I’m pleased to share a poem by one of my favorite poets of all time, Robert Browning.

Home-Thoughts, from Abroad

Oh, to be in England
Now that April’s there,
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some morning, unaware,
That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
In England—now!

And after April, when May follows,
And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows!
Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge
Leans to the field and scatters on the clover
Blossoms and dewdrops—at the bent spray’s edge—
That’s the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over,
Lest you should think he never could recapture
The first fine careless rapture!
And though the fields look rough with hoary dew,
All will be gay when noontide wakes anew
The buttercups, the little children’s dower
—Far brighter than this gaudy melon-flower!

-Robert Browning

Camping

Cool clear nights and warm days,
Autumn sun and Spring rain….
Many beautiful memories created,
Pitching tents and camping out,
In remote and stunning places.
Nothing compares to spending time with you.
Grins on our faces we return to our ‘normal’ lives.

The Ocean

I see you… blue, black, green,
And sometimes clear as crystal.
Your roaring calms me and sometimes,
It frightens me.
You are beautiful and terrible,
And altogether fascinating.
You separate us and unite us,
And your beauty is astounding.
I love walking by your shores,
And smelling your sweet fragrance,
Or boating on you,
And feeling your presence.
Swimming, diving, dancing…
Your waves attract me,
And draw me close.

Traveling

At times I sit and think about travel,
Because it makes me smile and my heart sing.
I am not often happy when I stay in one city,
But love the experiences travel can bring.
Could it be that I am just a nomad?
Walking on my very own trail?
Or are others just as antsy… is it bad?
To amble along on paths where feet may fail?
Everyone has their own story and trail,
Even those that do not leave far from home.
I was made for crossing boundaries and cultures,
…Often times I am alone.
An ambassador to many nations and peoples, am I,
Longing for more chances to spread my wings and fly.