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The Wilderness


The call of the mountains

Echoing through the air,

The singing of the sea

Softly sighing eternally,

The morning chorus of birdsong,

The bullfrogs’ croak at night,

Thank you Heavenly Father

For all you’ve given me,

My destiny… and my delight.


©Denise G Allen, 09 October 2014 08:36
Wilderness or wildland is a natural environment on Earth that has not been significantly modified by civilized human activity. It may also be defined as: “The most intact, undisturbed wild natural areas left on our planet—those last truly wild places that humans do not control and have not developed with roads, pipelines or other industrial infrastructure.”


Sand Castles



A day at the sea
My sister and me
As excited could be
With our buckets and spades.

Down to the water’s edge
Carrying our pails,
Trying not to slop,
Back up the slope.

We pack the sand
As tight as we can.
My turret’s askew
But the best I can do.

And now for the moat
We fill it with water,
Step back to look
And what do we see?

The ocean’s encroached
With the incoming tide,
So to avoid a calamity
We must build a wall with alacrity…

Ha, too late, too late,
It’s breached the castle gate
And we watch the structure
c-o-ll-a-p-s-e into naught…


©Denise G Allen, 30 March 2014 06:44


The Painter


fingers of blue,
a purple slash
kissed with yellow
over a narrow wrist,
cONcentration filled his face
as the sea took life
beneath his brush
and his bush of hair
athwart his face,
streaked blue,
being pushed aside,
a hindrance to his view,
totally unaware of my stare,
not knowing I was there
he was lost in his world,
locked in the inspiration
of creation.


©Denise G Allen, 27 March 2014 13:16




Eyes closed, I lay on my back
In the warmth of the sun,
Gently undulating sea beneath,
Bathed in calmness and peace.

Starting upright, treading water,
I saw that I had drifted far out
Taken by the current and now
Gripped by the undertow.

Then, from the corner of my eye
A fin appeared, slicing the swells,
A heart-stopping moment as I knew
He would be first in the queue.

BUMP, BUmp, bump…

A dolphin knocked against my legs;
Instinctively I opened a pathway
And he swam between, rising up,
And upwards until I lay on his back.

He carried me to the ocean shelf
Where he stopped before the shallows
And watched ‘til I was safely aground
Then with a splash of his tail he was gone.


©Denise G Allen, 07 August 2013 14:55


A New Day

Sailing into the dawn of a new day,

Sharply seen against the rising sun,

The ocean, a tranquil turquoise wash,

The promise of excitement just begun.

Feeling the fresh breeze brush our cheek,

While the salt spray gently sprinkles

Our shoulders with additional freckles

Of burnished gold on a gilded skin.

Peaceful and content we ride the swells,

Trusting in nature’s generous mood,

The kindness of her disposition

To those who wish her only good.

©DGA 04 September 2011 12:40



Drifter_jellyfish Pictures, Images and Photos


drifting with the wind
across the desert floor

drifting with the current
to the ocean shore

drifting in the air
uncertain where to go

is like drifting through life
to end up in skid row

A skid row or skid road is a run-down or dilapidated urban area with a large, impoverished population. The term originally referred literally to a path along which workingmen skidded logs.

Image: unisomdreams –
©DGA 09.04.2011 13:09