Sometimes a poem can be written in a short time. Maybe under an hour, for example. Other times the poem can take a loooong time. The thoughts bouncing around in both the conscience and sub-conscience mind until a completed poem evolves.
I found this photo in
a portfolio of old pictures attached to an email that I had received recently.
It “jumped” out at me and I knew immediately that I had to write a poem for the peaceful
scene . . .
The subject of my poem today (Elisha Reavis) was a real
person who lived (1827-1896) in Arizona’s harsh Superstition Mountains at a
time before the area became a state. The Apache Indians considered it their land
and were a constant threat.
Occasionally, I will post a poem on this
blog that I did not write simply because I like it. Today’s poem was sent to me
by friends, “Beeeell” and “Frenchie”. The poem is full of beautiful philosophy.
Unfortunately, the author is unknown.