Versa Libra One

By Matt Holden

Poetic impressions and natural photography that soothe and explore a forested, flowery land in Beaver Creek, Oregon.

Matt Holden, the poet and photographer, is giving all his income from sales of this book and licensing or use fees, of his photographs in the book, to forest management.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jongleur Books
• Release date: Sep 17, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463360859

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Versa Libra One

Versa Libra One

January - April 2020

January - April 2020

Matt Holden

Matt Holden

Versa Libra One

January - April 2020

Versa Libra One

January - April 2020

Matt Holden

Matt Holden

Copyright 2020 Matt Holden Published 2020 by Jongular Books

Copyright 2020 Matt Holden Published 2020 by Jongular Books

All Rights Reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without written permission from the author.

All Rights Reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without written permission from the author.

For Mom….

For Mom….

In Matt Holden’s poems Nature comes alive, stirring the reader’s imagination and arousing the senses. His accompanying photo images not only complement his pieces but are themselves artistic compositions in their own right. —

Ric Couchman (Author)

In Matt Holden’s poems Nature comes alive, stirring the reader’s imagination and arousing the senses. His accompanying photo images not only complement his pieces but are themselves artistic compositions in their own right. —

Ric Couchman (Author)

My friend, this is a great work indeed...      I imagined far fewer poems or photos, you really did a huge job ... I will definitely download it to my phone and read them while I am in the woods, thanks for sharing. —

Francesco Lorenzetti (Survivalist)

My friend, this is a great work indeed...      I imagined far fewer poems or photos, you really did a huge job ... I will definitely download it to my phone and read them while I am in the woods, thanks for sharing. —

Francesco Lorenzetti (Survivalist)

‘Sunset Rails’

‘Sunset Rails’

‘The sun is fading but we’re almost home

The weary gypsies that love to roam The train is flying toward the finish line The enflamed horizon, red as wine

I can hardly wait to see my bed I can hardly wait to rest my head

Settle in, unpack, and sleep And dream of memories I keep

‘The sun is fading but we’re almost home

The weary gypsies that love to roam The train is flying toward the finish line The enflamed horizon, red as wine

I can hardly wait to see my bed I can hardly wait to rest my head

Settle in, unpack, and sleep And dream of memories I keep

‘Armory Road’

‘Armory Road’

It’s great to take a stroll on the broken road behind the Oregon City Armory. You used to be able to drive on this road a few decades back, but seismic activity broke the road up. Since then the road has been barricaded and is only

accessible to pedestrians. Meanwhile the erosion continues….

It’s great to take a stroll on the broken road behind the Oregon City Armory. You used to be able to drive on this road a few decades back, but seismic activity broke the road up. Since then the road has been barricaded and is only

accessible to pedestrians. Meanwhile the erosion continues….

‘The Octopus’

‘The Octopus’

An octopus passed through the woods today His body was scaly, his legs were gray

He slithered along in the usual way, and

Here is what he had to say:

‘A lovely wood, but I have to go Back to the ocean by stream, you know

I travelled far, but now I’ve seen

Animals, birds and evergreens Back home they won’t believe it’s true

Back home my friends are scared of you….

I’ve so much to tell them now!’ And with that, he took his bow I said, ‘Thanks for coming by To see the forest, sun and sky But I have to say in truth

I’ve never seen a sight like you!

An octopus passed through the woods today His body was scaly, his legs were gray

He slithered along in the usual way, and

Here is what he had to say:

‘A lovely wood, but I have to go Back to the ocean by stream, you know

I travelled far, but now I’ve seen

Animals, birds and evergreens Back home they won’t believe it’s true

Back home my friends are scared of you….

I’ve so much to tell them now!’ And with that, he took his bow I said, ‘Thanks for coming by To see the forest, sun and sky But I have to say in truth

I’ve never seen a sight like you!

‘Above All Things’

‘Above All Things’

As we go through life

And look back at all its experiences with the light Of understanding

We let go of more and more till there’s nothing left But the love we came to treasure—

Till one day

When we pass from this realm With the love we’ve earned And are judged, rich or poor However much or how little That amount may be

So God help us

To put love above all things

As we go through life

And look back at all its experiences with the light Of understanding

We let go of more and more till there’s nothing left But the love we came to treasure—

Till one day

When we pass from this realm With the love we’ve earned And are judged, rich or poor However much or how little That amount may be

So God help us

To put love above all things

‘Sad Way’

‘Sad Way’

And this is a sad way to find out As I sit alone without a friend With all this freedom at my feet My love for you never ends

You hurt me, but I had it coming

Now I’m scared of you and running Till I stop dead in my tracks

Stop and look at the facts

I can never say goodbye to you I can never let go of you

So I’ve nothing else to do

But to sit here and wait for you

And this is a sad way to find out As I sit alone without a friend With all this freedom at my feet My love for you never ends

You hurt me, but I had it coming

Now I’m scared of you and running Till I stop dead in my tracks

Stop and look at the facts

I can never say goodbye to you I can never let go of you

So I’ve nothing else to do

But to sit here and wait for you

‘What Kind Of World’