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Thursday, October 22, 2009

The place I love to be:




Painting- Woodland Dawn, Paul Higgins


I was flipping through a book of poems that Ophie and I wrote and put together for my mom one Mother's Day several years back. I found this little poem and thought it appropriate for Greenwood week. Once I managed to ignore the holes in my inconsistent meter, I once again entered the world I'd depicted when I first wrote this little poem. Here you are, mistakes and all-




In the place I love to be,


There are no walls to hold me in;


Instead, a solemn, silent tree,


And all his friends surrounding me,


In my little woodland glen,


The place I love to be.




In the place I love to be,


There are no dainty, sugared sweets;


Instead, Salmonberries are a feast,


Blackberries my tasty treat,


And thin grass blades, I love to eat!


In the place I love to be.




In the place I love to be,


There are no pooches, primped and pampered;


Instead, two dogs


Who run about with coats unhampered,


Followed by two mangy girls


Who'd never bother with made-up curls,


In our little secret world,


The place I love to be.





Good ole Sargie and Kipper are the dogs and Ophe and I are the 'mangy girls' (=D) of course. Not much has changed---despite very taxing high school days, autumn afternoons you'll still find me in 'the place I love to be.'

4 comments:

Beth Niquette said...

What a beautiful poem. Just lovely. The picture matches it perfectly!

Thank you so much for visiting today!

Katherine Sophia said...

I love your new header! How do you do that? I do not have much in the way of computer skills, unfortionately. :) I'm not in speech/debate, although I have friends that are and have thought I might enjoy it, if I didn't die of fright first. :D You like horses too?

Evergreena said...

I love your poetry! This one is lovely. I felt at home when I read it. I guess our favorite places are rather similar. And it's fun to break meter. It makes people sit up and go "Hmm. Interesting!"

And what a great idea-- to make a book of poetry for your mom!

Jare and Lib said...

Wow Brace, I love that poem.

"There are no walls to hold me in;
Instead, a solemn, silent tree,
And all his friends surrounding me,
In my little woodland glen,
The place I love to be."

and

"In the place I love to be,
There are no pooches, primped and pampered;
Instead, two dogs
Who run about with coats unhampered,
Followed by two mangy girls
Who'd never bother with made-up curls,
In our little secret world,
The place I love to be."

I have been thinking about doing the scribbler or poerty square for a while. I'll see what happeneds and tell you.

♥ you!

-L