I am beginning to go stir crazy. Fresh air, what is that? People, are they all that small as they look from where I stand at my window looking down from the 9th floor?
All joking aside, I miss going out and interacting with others. I won't allow Rahel to even come outside of my door as her resistance will still be down. Andrew just hands me things through the door and also does not step inside.
Thankfully, they have lent me a lot of videos so I am watching them. The hours seem to speed by though and before you know it, it is dark outside again and time to sleep.
I've missed so many nice activities and even may have to miss the book launch on Sunday afternoon as I don't want anybody to get this bug.
|Just a reminder to me of all the wonderful spots in Hamilton which I love to go to.|
|The Bruce Trail - Artist Januz Worobel|
Poet: Wilma Seville,Tower Poetry Society
Date: October 2008
Long ago, seeds were sown
by capricious winds
landing on fertile earth
along Niagara Escarpment
Deciduous trees stand
tall, slender, reaching up
to sunlit heavens above
branches nearly bare
Crunchy leaves line pathway
footsteps pressing them into earth
squirrels scurry to and fro
winter time - on its way
Patches of sunlight poke through
outdoor cathedral hush
feelings of peace
birds sing to their Creator alone
Leaves fall with each wind gust
adding to coloured carpet
footsteps of lone person
walk along the Bruce Trail
Man, in all his wisdom
cannot outdo art of God
whose love for man is shown
by beauty such as this
©WilmaSeville2008 Showcased at Dundas Art Walk 2008
Hope you enjoyed the painting by the Hamilton artist and my little poem. I love to write about nature, animals and whatever takes my fancy.
Thanks for dropping by and come by again when you have the time!