My friend Kayla and I decided to each try writing a poem about the same subject, our family gardens, and see what we came up with. Mine is below. To read Kayla’s lovely post, visit her entry here: The Garden in My Yard.
The Wind’s Chase
The wind brushed gently against the Cosmos,
Softly kissing their mauve cheeks,
Blowing tenderly their slender stems,
That had grown so slowly over the weeks.
The Cucumbers in their skinny homes,
Stood proudly right behind the flow’rs.
Their golden blossoms shedding forth
The promise of harvest in distant hours.
The wind continued with a happy whirl,
Around a row of tall tomato vines,
Weaving though waving radishes and onions,
It flew over earthworm and mushroom mines.
Tickling the petals of a past full blown rose,
The wind barely blew the long artichoke leaves.
It rustled the grass seeds, like stocks of wheat,
Encompassing the weeds like billowing sleeves.
A Mockingbird perched himself on a swaying tree,
Singing a bright, cheery song to the wind.
He trilled and he whistled, he rolled and swelled,
As his happy, varying song, the wind did send.
The tree branches swayed, like the ocean waves,
First one way, then back, then again.
The resident wind chimes, echoed barely a note,
Then grew strong, creating an echoing din.
The Spearmint danced, as the wind came to call,
Delighted with a short time to play.
The Palm tree stood near, more mature and advanced,
And hardly a leaf would he sway.
The wind would move on, probably soon,
Leaving room for the great summer heat.
Until that time comes, and the wind does retreat,
The plants will dance happily in their earthen seat.
To the KING be all the glory!
I love it! I like the way you used the wind to include the different things!
I love how descriptive your poem is! Great job, both of you! :)
~Jamie Joyce
Thank ye both! :)
To the KING be all the glory!
Rebekah
My computer isn’t letting me comment on your newest post, so I’m doing it here. Good review, I would love to read that book some time; hopefully soon. :)
I actually enjoy historical fiction; if it can be written without being heavy but without taking too huge a liberty with the real story. :)
~Jamie Joyce
I don’t know what’s wrong with the newest post… Kayla can’t comment either. I was thinking about asking Gabriel and Aaron to try…
Mrs. Klotz owns the book. I borrowed it from her. I’m sure she would lend it to you if you asked. :)
To the KING be all the glory!
Rebekah