My Nature Blind

I stood,

in a dream,

amidst a vast mountain meadow.

Earth's creations, by design,

were living unaged

by time.

What a splendour to behold

when Life's at it's prime!


waving in the grass

in all rainbow colours

were multitudes of flowers.

I fell,

dizzy from their sweet-scented powers.

My heart: it rejoiced

and cried for many hours.

The breeze

brought forward silken wings

seeking nourishment, I knew:

A butterfly.

I was too scared,

as she fluttered by,

to touch her.

Would she wonder why?

And then,

through the sky

soared a peregrine

masterful and sleek.

Its Freedom and its Bravery

were qualities to seek.

My desire was strong, yet

my attempts were weak.


I fashioned,

using brambles and vine,

a Nature blind where I'd hide:

a fortress where secrets

could not be pried.

I entered within

and safely sighed.


inside my static blind,

while dynamic forces continued outside,

I watched the world revolve.

And, though

the meadows did evolve,

I refused to go along:

I had no problems to solve.


propagated in my blind.

I could not leave --

I didn't want to mar

all of Nature, like the butterfly,

so I adored Her from afar;

and I mourned with the thought

of Her trapped in another's jar.

A sound

intervenes with my dream:

The downbeat of wings!

I suddenly awake.

Reality bursts forth:

I'm not alone in a lake.

I've fearfully discovered

my security is fake.

I stand,

it would seem,

amidst a vast mountain meadow.

I hide, passing time,

wanting to leave

my Nature blind

and knowing that with each step

the reward could be mine.

Vernon R.J. Schmid


Your comments, suggestions, questions, or concerns would be very much appreciated. Please direct them to:

Copyright ©1986, 1997 Vernon R.J. Schmid. All rights reserved.
Web Page Created: 1997-10-12. Last Updated: 2005-01-25.

The above is dedicated to Karen Wycott (Karen L. Wycott, Karen Lynn Wycott, now Karen Shellow).