Tag: poetry

Windsong: A Poem

Windsong: A Poem

The wind makes its music in the trees,

Rustling the branches,

Rattling the leaves.

 

It brushes its silvery fingers

Through the grass,

Across the colors, of stained window glass.

 

It whistles its soothing tones

Through the fields of green and yellow,

Across the shining surface of a pond.

 

Sometimes it turns into a lion,

Ripping, roaring, tearing,

Snarling, snapping, growling.

 

It bats paper bags,

Drives the rain,

Snarls the trees.

 

It swats crispy leaves,

Snatches hats,

Rips away homes.

 

It blows in the storm clouds,

Then brings in the sun.

 

The wind plays its music,

Sweet, wild tones

In the evening.

 

It kisses the sun,

Embraces the moon,

And blows the starlight down.

 

The wind blows its snaking tendrils

Across tear-stained faces,

Through the bars of a wind chime.

 

The wind has played its music,

Sweet, haunting, gentle, wild,

Through the ages.

 


 

Oliver’s Travels!

Oliver and the coffee maker
Sometimes you just need coffee.
English Sonnets and Baseball Games

English Sonnets and Baseball Games

My last semester of high school, I studied Shakespeare’s tragedies (Julius Caesar, Hamlet, Macbeth, King Lear) and various sonnets. One of my assignments was to write my own English sonnet.

I was inspired by the Irish tune “The Foggy Dew.” It’s beautifully haunting and one of my favorite pieces to play on my flute.

 

 

Midsummer’s day looked over war,
And now the soft shadow of night doth fall
Where long grass once rolled with heath of the moor.
Now death’s gentle cry rings out a chill call.
The haunting pipes long since ceased weeping,
Éire’s bold colors no longer sway proud.
And yet the fog comes quietly creeping
As if its dew could become the dead’s shroud.
Some hardly men from mother’s hearts torn,
Young they were, yet this world undeserving,
For many more dark nights their lovers mourn,
For true courage is always unswerving.
The dead have left this trembling jar of clay,
To live, to fight, to face another day.


Next week, I’ll be at a writing conference! When I return, I’ll share some photos and things I learned while there.

 

Allison Grace blogs at allisongracewrites.com

 

Where’s Glendale?

 

Glendale at Progressive Field
Glendale got to attend his first baseball game at Progressive Field (home to the Cleveland Indians) on Wednesday! While we couldn’t stay for the entire game, we watched most of it. The Indians wound up winning! (Hooray!)

 

Popcorn
As we left during the rain delay, we passed this statue. There’s a spider web over the guy’s face. Someone apparently thought it would be a good idea to stick a piece of popcorn in it! I don’t think the spider is too happy about it. XD