A Morning Walk Through Different Neighborhoods

we placed
                                                                                        in freshly woven reed

A Morning Walk Through Different Neighborhoods

1.) A Morning in the Country

We lived our lives, not like the Washo Tribe,

we placed our fears in freshly woven reed,

to hunt a rabbit, one recently freed,

to listen to this ancient diatribe.

When standing chilled upon the shores of lake

I hear the yells and screams of history,

to whistle in my ear a mystery,

the horses knew this land was for their sake.

When time placed me within my own valley.

The peaks of the Sierra to Washoe.

These giants willing to sit in quiet,

to stare out over lakes, and streams, and me,

at different times of day produce shadow

or underneath the brilliant stars of night.

                                                                                      the brilliant stars

2.) A Morning in the City

Sometimes I find myself in large cities

where times of day are filled with different crowds,

where everybody hides behind their shrouds,

constantly walking to hide their achilles.

I raised a child or two upon this street,

to hold their hands and walk to local park

not all these streets are grim or darkly stark

for some have coffee shops where friends will meet.

Where everything you needs within a walk.

A different sort of hunt is underfoot

an argument of voices in the wind.

Through newly planted shade trees down the block

I grip my child’s hand in the cities soot

and pass by Lilac bushes neatly trimmed.

down the block
                                                                                        Pass by Lilac Bushes

3.) A Morning Contemplation

How does one compare and contrast a life?

How can I judge each identical lawn

or identifying marks all but gone,

as we look at our homes, who is our wife?

When hidden behind pastel doors will be,

not like the fictions we stuff ourselves full,

to let our eyes be covered, shut by wool,

small moments of love from a family.

Whether our neighborhoods in blooming sage

within the beauty of a lush valley

or surrounded by Quail or desert bird,

whether we stand upon suburban stage

or hidden deep within the gray city,

I hope my children’s laughter is still heard.


Jamie Lee Hamann
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Jamie Lee Hamann

My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I have a passion for writing short fiction and poetry. I started writing for TCE around 2015 and since then I have finished seven collections of poetry and plans for more. I currently live in Lemmon Valley NV with my family. If you desire to find my other work on the internet feel free to stop by my website simplepoetics.weebly.com. The website offers articles on poetry, poems, and links to all my other writing.

2 thoughts on “A Morning Walk Through Different Neighborhoods

  • January 12, 2019 at 10:36 AM

    I enjoyed these walks with you, Jamie. I can smell the lilacs when looking at the photo. Thank you for sharing the walks. Nicely penned and emotive verses.

  • January 19, 2019 at 9:38 AM

    Thank you Phyllis I have been enjoying the process involved with these creations. Jamie


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