Showing posts with label Refugio. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Refugio. Show all posts



§ Lion's Park Conclusion....





...Can you spot the green kingfisher?...

My first intention was to walk the grounds of this park and search for birds. It was early when I arrived, very little bird activity at the time. I became engrossed with the verdant beauty of my surroundings and found myself looking up at the majestic greenery, I forgot about birds. Except for hearing a kingfisher on the river as I stepped out on the boardwalk that hangs over the slow moving water [seen above as she readied to fly away], a hawk that flew nearby into a tree and I stopped to photograph it in the mist...several vultures on a radio tower off in the distance away from the park, a few what I believed to be female indigo buntings at the pond, and heard a cardinal. Other than that it was a silent respite from the bustle of city dwelling at home!!

...stopping by the woods:





Miles to go before I sleep. And miles to go before I sleep...


Part I
Part II



§ The Woods of Lion's Park



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Foggy surroundings and the pond and river in the post.
note: the 6th in the series below is a wooded ramp that juts out over the river [Mission River]




If you missed it, here is Part I with beautiful wooded areas.



§ Miles to Go....






Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
~Robert Frost
circa 1923
American Poet


With a Google search, the meaning of the repeated lines "...and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep" is:

Search for: What is the message of Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening?
What is the meaning of and miles to go before I sleep?
Origin of Miles to Go Before I Sleep
The speaker says, “But I have promises to keep, / And miles to go before I sleep, / And miles to go before I sleep.” The poet intends this phrase to have literal meanings, by stating that the speaker is traveling, and needs to cover some distance before getting back home.  Another analytic synopsis goes  "The lonely journey of the poet or rider might symbolize the journey of an individual through life."

I tend to think of it in my own personal thoughts; realm. Yes, it's about a traveler [maybe just a loner], and the 'abandoned' woods on a winter's night. I've always thought that this subject is me, traveling alone at a time in life that I sit back and reflect what I've accomplished in my time given, and where I am headed. At the twilight days of old age [or perhaps dying young] I would ponder the promises. For instance, my 'miles to go before I sleep' is my permanent 'sleep'. The miles to go BEFORE I sleep is the days/years of my life yet to be lived out. So, interpretations differ a bit...that's what poetry is all about. I do agree with other analysts that this is a story of a single person [not necessarily unwed, but as an individual], a life lived in solitary means at the time of his/her journey.

Anyway, when I am alone, walking in heavily wooded, quiet surroundings, the poem Stopping By the Woods on a Snowy Evening, always comes to mind and I silently recite it as I walk. I have it memorized. It's a favorite of mine.



All the cellphone photos shared today are from my day trippin' to Refugio, Texas and stopping by the woods. I traveled through heavy fog and darkness to arrive...a scary trip at times with swarms of traffic on the interstate, not slowing down one iota in the inclement weather pattern. The fog was lifting at daybreak only to finish my trek with clear blue skies and sunshine. I have more photos [a lot more] so this will more likely be a three part posting...more to come later!



§ Lions Park....Refugio, Texas


Again, just a reminder, the town is pronounced Ra FEAR ee oh...not at all what it looks like in print.

As I promised on my lensball post of the park's pond, I will just make a brief description of the park grounds as I walked just after sunrise. Some damage repair work is evident, tree and branch debris is for the most part chopped out and cleared away, but still a lot has to be done to get it back to where it was before the hurricane hit...


Some huge oak trees survived, while others will not make a return in this life...






A large pond, a water runoff dam, all drains into the Mission River along the park's east boundary. [You can see the river in the 2nd photo in this series of six just to the right of the wooden river outlook -1st  photo in this grouping].




When I see the church steeple coming into town, I know I've arrived. When I see the steeple above the treetops in the park...as I come out of the woods, I know I'm soon on my way home.


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