Early Life
The small kitchen porch
The morning glory vine that twirled up the porch
The grassy hill
The groundhog that lived on the hill
The creek across the road The creek so clear, running with minnows The stone Spring House The jars of canned goods, cool in the Spring House The flower-studded front lawn The rabbits that played on the front lawn at twilight The big country silence The whip-poor-wills that sang out in the silence The bed at the top of the stairs The bed that hugged after a long day of play
NaPoWriMo day 15 prompt: Today, we’d like you to write your own poem that muses on love, but isn’t a traditional love poem in the sense of expressing love between romantic partners.
What a beautiful reflection! We spent the morning watching the house finches, cardinals, chickadees, hummingbirds, and red bellied woodpeckers at the feeders.
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That sounds heavenly! I often sit on my back patio in the mornings to watch (and feed) the birds and squirrels. It’s such a peaceful time.
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Evocative–sounds like an ideal place.
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It was ideal to this 5 year old. 😊
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A beautiful poem, Charlotte.
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🙏💛
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