Sara Kendrick Poet Free verse

Down Where the Jasmine Grows

Down where the Jasmine grows wild
Gracing the woods with yellow light
Wisteria turned loose romps through trees
Climbing higher cascading scent on midnight breeze

Night is dark for waning moon is covered in mist
As crickets' symphony orchestra entertains nights' owl
A thousand plants pollinate the cool night air
All is peace and harmony here

Whitie slumbers in his bed
With dreams of dinasaur's bones
Running through his head
Will this night be his last

Or will the radiation come
And kill all that can't last
Will it be payback for unleasing the "beast"
Some sixty odd years ago so we wouldn't go down in defeat?

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Segun Ogundeko May 22, 2011 at 12:29 PM Your poem has inspired me to want to write something serious beside funny and love poems... You are a fine artist.

Louis Rams March 26, 2011 at 10:39 AM i felt as if i was back in the woods camping with my fellow man, and watching all the beauties of the night, my oh my what a beautiful sight. loved it !

Joe Maverick March 24, 2011 at 3:46 PM Great questioning factual piece Sara, it is good to challenge (accepted wisdom?) who knows what results....enjoyed so much.

Andrea Dietrich March 24, 2011 at 2:26 PM Started out totally different from how it ended. Very profound statement, SAra!!

Elaine George March 24, 2011 at 1:14 PM The ending is such a profound statement and a wake-up call to all. Great writing, Sara. Lainie.

Jack Horne March 24, 2011 at 11:19 AM Such a beautiful and sad poem, Sara. Hope you're fighting fit again : ) Jack

Carolyn Devonshire March 24, 2011 at 9:27 AM Really enjoyed the tranquil mood set in the first two verses, Sara, and then felt the pain as you spoke of the radiation from the first atom bomb. Wish we would stop looking for weapons of mass destruction and invest more time trying to solve our domestic dilemmas. Awesome poem! Love, Carolyn

C.C Bloomsfield March 24, 2011 at 9:03 AM So lovely to read this beauty sweet lady

Linda-Marie Sweetheart March 24, 2011 at 8:28 AM thankxx for the clarification Sara... on your lines.. a great write to ingest with much to think on as one reads.. appreciate your talent and gift ... hope today is a good one for u my friend..luv..

Linda-Marie Sweetheart March 24, 2011 at 5:53 AM Well the Good Book says we WIN Sara so to answer your last verse.. the beast is running rampant now but not for much longer.. the elegant beautiful lines above your last verse are full of wonderful imagery ..u must have a lovely view where u reside as this is very creative work... poignant and powerful last verse makes us all think and wonder what is coming next luv.. S.M.

Michelle Mac Donald March 23, 2011 at 9:30 AM Hi Sara! I love the smell of Jasmine...this certainly begins by awakening the senses. Oh, Whitie doesn't sound so young, not when he "dreams of dinosaur's bones", but he might have the will and determination of a survivor! Wishing you the best!! Mikki

Phyllis Babcock March 23, 2011 at 8:40 AM Enjoyed reading this wonderful write this morning Sara. I guess peace sometimes comes with a price. Have a lovely day. Hope you are feeling better. love phyl

Nette Onclaud March 23, 2011 at 8:26 AM wow, sara.. a shimmering piece with a sense foreboding! love this work; so finelly receptive of you... to good health and a better world :) huggs, nette