Monday, April 16, 2012

Poem: Pavilion's Thought

Pavilion's Thought

Sitting where you sat
Having walked in your footprints
Wandering the paths
Admired views, sounds, smells

This place breathes you
And I inhale, hoping for traces of your mind

Precision mixes textures of life
And this mountain home is alive

Echoes, whispers, shadows
Timeless is your touch
That touches my heart

Copyright SGW 2012

Footnote: Written at Monticello, Thomas Jefferson's home, while sitting in the pavilion overlooking the vineyards that he considered his "private" place where no one could disturb him while he read or thought. I found myself repeatedly drawn to this spot after discovering how Jefferson went to it.

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