There is poetry in these hills-
On a summer's morn
It sings through the fields
And whispers in the corn...
There is poetry in these hills-
Expecially in the fall-
Through the voices of whippoorwills
I hear its beauty call...
There in poetry in these hills-
On long winter eves
When the wind whispers,
''Let me in, and howls around the eaves...
There is poetry in these hills-
Not written down in rymth
But in rabbit tracks on snowy fields
And the barks of white spruce pine...
Author notes
I wrote this as a child
Please tell me what you think
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Glad I read it...
there is poetry in you my friend...what a wonderfull gift, to know poetry, and to be able to express it...even as a child, yes, you are definitely a Wendy...
John
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Love it
I've read this poetry all my life.I never thought of it that way.The smells in the spring are sweeter than any words ever written.I cant wait for the honey suckle to bloom each spring.And the lilacs just plumb tear me up.You make me want a hot cup of sasafras tea.I've read the rabbit tracks,deer tracks and turkey tracks many times in the snow but did not see the rhyme until now.Thanks
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Bravo! I Love the Imagery!
It is an honor to read you, Refreshing, spendid, vivid. Thank you for writing and posting.
Sincerely,
Cheryl
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How marvelous this child writes... Nature continuously sings its songs of grace and generosity, but we're all stone deaf. Except perhaps for this beautiful child. Absolutely wonderful, precious Muse! Thank you for creating and sharing.
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Excelent write dear poetess
Indeed there is poetry
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