Monday, October 20, 2014

"Mabry Mill"


Mabry Mill

On its way toward Meadows of Dan
a mountain road ribbons its way
past blacksmith and gristmill,
where laurels still curtsey
and fresh spring still gurgles
a slow and steady welcome.

Survival now a tourist's delight -
a fascination with buckwheat pancakes,
cobbler, and pond
rippling with a pair of white ducks.

A destination
where a third grade education
fostered ingenuity, industriousness,
and a simplicity almost forgotten.

by Margaret Bednar, October 20, 2014

This is for "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Open Link Monday"  I recently have spent two weekends enjoying the Appalachian Mountains in North Carolina and Virginia.  The Mabry Mill was built and operated by Ed & Lizzy Mabry - They also built a charming two story house which is no longer standing.  I purchased a book about the Mabry's written by park ranger Michael Ryan.  It was a short, but thoroughly enjoyable read.  It fleshed out this destination for me, made me really appreciate how much this place meant to the community, how much love and hard labor went into making it so.

HERE is a nice article about the mill in "Living Virginia"

Meadows of Dan 

Sunday, October 19, 2014

"Days of Grace"


Days of Grace

I wish these days of grace to linger -
linger in my soul content, yet ablaze.

Ablaze with dying in order to nourish -
nourish to live again.  Each Autumn I walk,
walk these wooded trails, pause -
pause to absorb and gaze in wonder.

Wondering all the while if I will bow -
bow as graciously as nature when it's my time.
Time, a gift we seem to squander -
squander away when we have it and long,

long for it when it silently winds down - tick,
tick, tick.  Perhaps we over-think, when we should -
should just breath in and out, reflect how to,
to give of ourselves, daily.  Die to self,

selflessly give each day in order to live -
live one day outside of time, ablaze with grace.

by Margaret Bednar, originally written October 13, 2013 - updated October 19, 2014

Every year I delight in the fall season.  This is a poem I wrote last year and I made two slight changes.  I hope everyone is able to get out and enjoy the day!