Time and Place
I wonder sometimes, in the fading light
On a stream of moving water, as a brook trout bites
Why I was born in a place and time
Where leisure is possible and I’m not blind
The earth is quite large and varies throughout
Many people have little and have not met a trout
Where only survival is given their time
Too worried and scared to know a stream so sublime
Sometimes I feel guilty, sometimes its remorse
But it serves very little–I know that of course
At the end of the day, I choose to give thanks
To the Maker of all–a time and place–yes, thanks
Of Upland Birds, Setters and Trout 
A beautiful poem and so true. We are blessed to be in our luxurious positions, more reason so to give something back to our fellow earthlings. Giving thanks is perhaps one of the most important things in our life, a prayer to acknowledge Creator for the blessings we’re granted.
Truly enjoying your poetry and perhaps a good idea for your header picture could be a painting or drawing from those aspects/subjects you love and write about? There surely must be some artists in your circle, right?
Olivier–that is a good thought. Actually, my wife Toni is an artist.
I’ll see what she thinks over pancakes and bacon.
🙂