When the sun comes out, is there anything better than a walk? It can be brisk. It can be a stroll. The pace doesn't matter, as long as you can take the world in with all your senses. Yesterday I posted some thoughts on what walks can do for writers on one of my other blogs, WRITE AT YOUR OWN RISK (it offers up "shop talk with the faculty of the Vermont College of Fine Arts MFA Program in Writing for Children and Young Adults.") If you follow the link below, you'll see a poem by William Brighty Rands. I thought it was by Robert Louis Stevenson, but my memory fooled me. My brain's default poet for children is Stevenson, and sometimes it goes there even when directed other places.
This is not the first time I advocate getting away from your desk and getting some fresh air. I've been known to do it before. But this time I added pretty pictures. Check it out.
Here's a peek at the poem and at 3 of the photos. The poem answers the question I posed in today's post title, in case you couldn't guess it.
Great, wide, beautiful, wonderful World,
with the wonderful waters around you curled,
and the wonderful grasses upon your breast,
World, you are beautifully dressed....
(See more here.)
|Leaves in sunshine and shade....|
|A blue woman falling apart on a wall....|
|A raspberry, plain and simple and not so simple....|
The Poetry Friday round-up today is hosted by Amy over at The Poem Farm. Head over there to see what other people have posted.