Beneath the quiet trees I sit and write
Where coolness fans the fires of imagery
And sounds of insects, trees and birds above
All whisper secret thoughts and dreams to me.
The city speaks and wraps itself around
The quiet of my little rendezvous
But I am safe. The stillness conquers here
Allowing me to hide myself from view
And spend creative time within the trees
Protected from the stresses of the day.
In spirit I become a child again,
Imagination flying as I play.
This world of magic waits outside my door;
A haven that my heart was searching for.
Born in Calgary, Alberta, Pam Murray has been writing poetry since the mid-1960’s. She was married for over 41 years and has two daughters, a son-in-law, and a grandson. Pam has been published in a variety of venues. Her proudest writing accomplishment was a poem she wrote for a United Way fundraiser, which was later framed with a French translation and hung on the wall of the legislature in Ottawa, Canada. To her, poetry is a transposition of a vision she sees in her mind. Writing and crocheting are her passions.