Lake Bonny Park Expedition

"I went to Lake Bonny Park for this field trip, and I stayed there for at least 45 minutes."
Now that I got that off my chest, here goes it. 
I enjoy parks more than most things. I love the fresh air, the jungle gym and the possibility of me missing the monkey bars and landing directly on the mulch. I guess one could say adventure is my middle name. That why on this trip to Lake Bonny Park I found myself picking oranges in the field next to the signs that read "Beware Alligators". I loved the taste of the citrus juices as they flowed through my mouth and gave me such a feeling of satisfaction.  
Well enough about the fruit now about the weather. I went to the park during the afternoon and the weather could not have been more ideal. It wasn't wet from the rain but dry and inviting. I enjoyed the way the grass felt as I took off my shoes and laid out with the sun cascading over my shoulders and face. 


The sun shines as if only for me,
As I lay in the grass I can almost feel its colors of green.


One of my favorite poems of the class was Mary Oliver's Six Recognitions of the Lord I especially enjoy the following line: "Of course I have always known you are present in the clouds, and the black oak I especially adore, and the wings of birds."


I can hear the song of my winged friends,
Even they can feel Your presence in the wind.


I love the way she places you in the middle of her poems. I can relate her experience to nature with mine. I have always loved being outside and I suspect that I will enjoy it until the day I die. I suppose its ironic as a child I played in the dirt when I am old my body will return to the soil. Hope that was not too morbid a thought. 


I shuffle my toes in the dirt,
I can feel the stain of the soil remain


I have to say having a class require me to do things like write poetry and play at a park sounds like my type of learning. 

The sun shines as if only for me,

As I lay in the grass I can almost feel its colors of green.

I can hear the song of my winged friends,

Even they can feel Your presence as they soar in the wind.

I shuffle my toes in the dirt,

I can feel the stain of the soil remain.

This imprint remains not just simply between the cracks of my soles,

But its pigment fuses to my heart.

Its quite possible that my being is tied with the trees, 

And my feet tread on the tracks of the natives.

I believe my ancestors got it right,

Stripped to a tippee, the grass, and family.

The basics are where I find happiness,

It is in this simplicity that I feel such an effortless bliss.

The world demands for life at just a click away,

Nature screams wait I have something to say.

The daily news screams what is wrong with the world, 

But a day in the grass are stories untold.

For the patience and stillness brings comfort to the soul,

While the business or life just demands control.

So if my thoughts had a voice, here is what they would say,

If you're patient my friend I will talk your breath away.