To walk abroad is, not with eyes,
But thoughts, the fields to see and prize;
To walk is by a thought to go;
To move in spirit to and fro;
To mind the good we see;
To taste the sweet;
Observing all the things we meet
How choice and rich they be.
Admire each pretty flow’r
With its sweet smell;
To praise their Maker, and to tell
The marks of his great pow’r.
Among the hedges and the trees,
To cull the dew that lies
On ev’ry blade,
From ev’ry blossom;
Observe those rich and glorious things,
The rivers, meadows, woods, and springs,
The fructifying sun;
While in those pleasant paths we talk,
’Tis that tow’rds which at last we walk;
For we may by degrees
Wisely proceed
Pleasures of love and praise to heed,
From viewing herbs and trees.
Poetry from Thomas Traherne’s “Walking” and some local herbs and trees for Wildlife Wednesday
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Your walk fills the heart with beauty just like those verses do. Enchanting dialogue. xoxo
we wait all winter for such like – thank you Marina – the poet is 17th century and just imagine how full his walks were then
I can imagine! xoxo
deep middle of my night, but just FYI, for me that third image did not load, not even on a second try.
oops – resubmitted – thanks for the attempts Neil
Rich and glorious indeed. (K)
and fructifying (had to look that one up)
A welcoming path through a beautiful woodland….perfect accompanying words!
thank you Donna – a poet that was almost lost to us – Thomas Traherne
What beautiful photos! So much green!
yes we have had a wet Spring till now – this is the compensation!