Poem

April 18th Poem at Lake Bonny


The clay beneath my feet bring me back to that place
Magnolia trees line the playground beside the field
The sweet smell of honeysuckle attract the bees on sunny days as this
My favorite place to watch the sunset is here, on these sacred benches
Here in this place, man and nature combine in respect
When the sun finally settles the cool wind blows through the trees
Hitting my face on the pitchers mound
Something else happens this night, moisture rushes in
Everyone runs for cove, except me
There is nothing like gracefully walking through the rain-soaked clay
It has a way of cleansing and making new
The Earth rejoices for the long-awaited downpour
Finally the savior has come to claim His land.
----John Hayes II