Sara Kendrick Poet Sonnet

Red Blossoms

Down where the Camelia blossoms blood red
In the heart of winter, when others rest
Poverty is stamped out and all are fed
And red-breasted Robin has flown the nest

Few left to struggle with a cold winter
And family farms have disappeared from view
None left to tend the fires' dying embers
No inheritance left for children to accrue

Will the Robins reappear bringing spring
A rebirth of values and  self-esteem
Planted fields whose great harvest brings
A wealth of values, wisdom that beams

Poverty still planted where blossoms red
Values disappeared, disrespect bred

Sonnet: With 10 syllable count and rhyme
scheme: abab, cdcd, efef, gg
Called an English sonnet....

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Shadow Hamilton January 12, 2014 at 6:08 AM so glad you finished this Sara I have enjoyed my visit to your work today Kudos Shadow x smile hug

Lucilla Carrillo January 11, 2014 at 4:41 PM Sara ; This is a beautiful poem and very well written t6oo. I love to see the red Robins in the Spring. Thanks for sharing... Lucilla

Joe Maverick January 11, 2014 at 12:52 PM Enjoyed how much this poem says Sara, very well crafted; yet contains an urgent element this really appeals...'

Christine Phillips January 10, 2014 at 5:44 AM Nice poem Sara. I am a fan of nature. This poem can be open to various interpretations. I love the double metaphoric expressions. A nice truthful poem.

Roger Horsch January 8, 2014 at 2:36 PM The robins will always reappear Sara, A very good poem my friend....Hugs.....Roger

Liam Mcdaid January 8, 2014 at 2:12 PM beautifully crafted piece

Jancarl Campi January 8, 2014 at 1:50 PM I love this poem. Even though it is quite sad, I do love it. Thanks for posting.

Syam Madappattu January 8, 2014 at 9:42 AM As I read this poem something comes out of my mind..I can't word it properly..I think a whimper on a loss.I like this poem,Sara...love...Syam

Andrea Dietrich January 7, 2014 at 11:59 PM This is a lovely poem, SAra, and I love the way you asked the question at the end: Will the robin reappear? A great symbol!!

Russell Sivey January 7, 2014 at 10:02 PM Yes, the Robins will reappear someday, country life is too close to nature, something they love, really, it is imbedded within their soul! They really miss the country, the city isn't as great of a place to a country being! I really enjoyed reading this illustrious poem this evening! What a phenomenal piece, Great Work!!

Kayod5 Kayode January 7, 2014 at 7:42 PM A sincere portrait of life: still about the have and the haven't. So poignant to read; some in affluence other without inheritance for children. The poet has just said it the way it is,though touchy ; the real essence of poetry. Prima Sara.

Kelly Deschler January 7, 2014 at 6:28 PM It is sad that many people are leaving the country, for a life in the city. There are many simple pleasures that country life can offer, that just don't exist in cities. I was born a country girl, so I don't think that I could ever live amongst those tall buildings. There is a sadness mixed with the warmth of your words here. Very well expressed, Sara! Thank you very much for your kind visit.

Cherl Dunn January 7, 2014 at 5:28 PM I enjoyed reading what you have written here but it holds a sad truth in the lines i can't denie i grew up near alot of farmers and their way of life has gone to the four winds, now everthing has gone future risktic you know what i mean. it's sad. well done here thank you for the poem. cheri