MY BLUE MOUNTAINS

I love to watch through the bedroom window
    as another lovely day is born,
Then wander outside to feel the clean crisp cold
    of approaching dawn.
In these beautiful Blue Mountains of mine,
    there is no time to be bored,
And when it’s time to leave their wondrous beauty,
    my soul, for a while, has been restored.

I love to watch the many birds as they all come
    in to feed,
And sitting watching contentedly, I find
    I have no other need.
Just to be here, enjoying the beauty
    of this wonderful place.
I forget the city with its drudge and drear
    and hustling pace.

The pain and stress and fears of life
    all just fade away,
As I sit and watch the dawn give birth
    to another beautiful day.
Beholding all this beauty I feel my strength
    at last return,
And deep inside my soul, the fires of life
    begin to burn.

Each day, exploring, seeking, discovering
    something new,
At peace, at last, and never at a loss
    for something to do.
The little villages and their people
    make me feel at ease,
Always cheerful and smiling and always ready
    to please.

The city, I find, stifles me and buries me
    in a big black hole.
It crushes me, it drags me down
    and it destroys my soul.
These mountains though restore me
     and I wish I could remain.
I know that if I lived here, I would never
    leave again.

Ah but one day, someday, and if my wishes
    all come true,
I’ll leave this dreary city and live in my mountains
    of blue.
And I’ll watch the world from my veranda,
    drinking a cup of tea,
Feeling so contented, with my darling Lindy,
    this is the life for me.

©Lee O’Neill
29 July 1999

For Pam who inspired me to write this poem.