I have been editing this poem for a week.

Tamarack has veryl little water in it now. More when it rains.

It did look like a mud hole untill this spring. You have to look

beyond the muddiness to still see the beauty. The same goes

for people looking at themselves.

For some reason I can not correct fonts right now with out starting from scratch

please forgive the font change in the poem.



Mirrored wall

In the valley

beneath pine and oak

   once lay a glassless mirror...

Rippled by the wind’s kiss..

     fishtail or rain drop...

When once stars were seen

by looking down....

Now one must look above

Yet beauty still remains...

Emerald is the grass

broken by wildflowers growing

among stone and stump

So, I say to you ...

"Look beyond the mirrored wall..."

Remove the glass from

the frame...

Look beyond shallow reflections

deep to the beauty

not shown...

Seek flowers ready to

bloom and hidden

jewels