Poems
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Welcome Autumn and Winter and Cozy Family Gatherings
This poem took me a couple months to write. I started working on it after a walk in the fields with Luna, in which I noticed all the different flowers that were going dormant for the winter. They really do look beautiful, even as their time in this season ends. I think I got stuck in the middle of the poem because I didn’t know exactly where to go with the rest of the stanzas. I wrote the first stanza one day, the second stanza the next day, the first two lines of the third stanza a couple weeks later, made a lot of edits, and then finally finished the…
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The Edge of the Season
I was out walking a few days ago and noticed how everything around our house has changed. The woods don’t look lush and new anymore, but rather old and tired. The leaves on the aspens are starting to turn yellow, and the fields around us resemble toasted marshmallows. Grasshoppers startle us as we walk through the grass, and the song of the cicada thrums through the air. Fall is just around the corner. We start school in less than three weeks. Where did the summer go? Here is another new poem for you to enjoy, along with a few more photos from around our yard, including one of the biggest…
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An Ode to High School Study Hall: “Quiet”
Quiet, all is quiet,Except for the turning of pages,We sit and study quietlyFrom the halls of the knowledge of ages. Cars drone past outside,The heat from the furnace hums,A pencil scratches then stops,Feet tap the floor like drums. Students with heads in handsLook up from their quiet reprieve,Like a herd of bustling cattleThey close their books, pack up, and leave.
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Garbage Cans and Apple Blossoms: A Poem for Young Readers
We are under a wind advisory here in the Midwest. The gusts of wind have been so strong these last couple hours that I can feel the house shaking. I went out a little while ago to rescue the garbage cans. One of them was blowing across the frozen snow, and the other had gotten stuck in a ditch at the end of our driveway. The wind was grabbing pieces of recycling out of it and hurling them into the air. I hid the garbage cans along the east side of our house, out of the wind and safe for the time being. Praise God for sturdy houses and functioning…
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Chicken Rescue {A Limerick}
There once was a thirsty Brown henWho left the warmth of her pen;She jumped into the snow,But had no place to goWithout the help of a friend. ***