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Banked Clouds

Banked clouds hide the sun Fog a gauzy sheer veil The Whip-Poor-Will finally stopped Doves now sing in the dale That Whip-Poor-Will's fast jazzy song Was an alarm clock's tune He sang and sang 'til exhausted While looking at the moon Will sleep the day like so many He'd fit right in today The young guys would love him plenty At night he'd play and play

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Jack Horne

Date: 6/1/2013 4:21:00 PM

lol, had a chuckle at this one. Congrats on your wins : )

Tim B

Date: 6/1/2013 9:05:00 AM

You have a beautiful way of making us observe nature Sara. Thank you for sharing.

Joseph May

Date: 5/30/2013 4:07:00 PM

wonderful write Sara....with a nice flow

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 5/30/2013 3:05:00 PM

a nice and rhythmic poem. Was it for that jazz contest a while back? Loved the middle stanza.

Poet Tacito

Date: 5/29/2013 8:18:00 AM

A man embracing the gift of a new sunrise by singing a song to Mother Nature. How we all need to take notes from this guy. Excellent writing!

Russell Sivey

Date: 5/29/2013 6:28:00 AM

You have written a grand write my friend! I have really enjoyed reading this powerful and delightful poem this morning! What an outstanding piece, Great Work!!

Sara Kendrick
Date: 5/29/2013 7:26:00 AM

Thanks for the visit..There is a Whip-Poor-Will who sings his song in the morning around 5:30 and he is saying whip-poor-will in rapid succession..I don't see how he holds out to sing like that..Sara