[after watching so much rain fall and then suddenly hit the dryness, I returned to a poem I wrote as a teenager, when I was obsessed with the four seasons] Continue reading
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Seasons Change—A poem from my adolescence
[The melting of the snow reminded me of a poem I wrote in middle school. I decided to dig it up.]
Seasons Change
Mother Nature’s grand gift
I see is truly alive
New trees do bud
Flowers born
In tears
In fog
The earth flourishes in sun
It has only just begun
Trees are deep green
Bring fruit
And nuts
In sun
It is now a time to slow down
Time to show beauty in age
As once we were green
Now must die red
And yellow
Orange
Now comes the cold soft white rain
Trees only hibernate in ice
They are not truly dead
They are just waiting
And now comes
New life…
Mother Nature’s grand gift
Is alive once again
Bonsack–A Poem for my child
Bonsack
It was not the petting zoo my son was enthralled with
Out at the farm in Bonsack
It was not the piglets, not the goats
Nor the bunnies nor the cows
Only a moment he spent
In the kernel pit before wanting out
Or in the pumpkin patch before nursing
And though he has a love for tractors
Sitting focused at the wheel
Mastering the gears and levers at sixteen months
Though he rode with us on the hay wagon
With eyes wide for the pasture
It was in the corn maze that he screamed for his daddy
Not with fear
But with blooming vigor for the continual rush of life!
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CALEB COY 