Where Green Forests Wrap Desirous Land
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STATS: AND NOTE
POEM NUMBER ONE
Robert J. Lindley, 3-13 2016
Sonnet, ( Remembering where the wolf prowls and the panther hunts )
Native American blood speaks.
Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 100
STATS-AND NOTE
POEM NUMBER TWO
Robert J. Lindley, 8-25-2016
Sonnet, ( Looking at Winter In a Different Light )
100 words
Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 100
Note - Each year without fail, the last few days of August,
ever since my early childhood I start thinking about Winter's
bitter wrath and its destruction on the weak creatures. I can
only guess, my puppy somehow getting outside that bitter cold
night and freezing to death, had a lasting and deeply profound
effect on me.
For even now, with my understanding of Nature's finely tuned
purpose (ITS FRAME NOT BROKEN), in disposing of the weak to keep
the strong alive I still start to get those blues well before the bitter cold arrives.
THAT THINKING HIT ME EARLY THIS MORN AS I WALKED OUT INTO
MY FRONT YARD TO A CHILLY MORN, IN AUGUST, HERE IN THE SOUTH.
Thus I came back in to jot down these verses and remind myself-- tho'
man may despair, Nature follows its purpose with greatest of care!
(1.)
Where Green Forests Wrap Desirous Land
Across the midnight divide in a shroud,
this soul sails upon glistening gold wings.
There with vanity and what pride allowed,
my seeking heart wanders along and sings.
Beneath snow covered summit my joy shouts
where green forests wrap the desirous land.
To find me, hire the greatest Native scouts
for I move on with the animal band.
Near to the sweetest flowing river's banks
each morn, I rise to give eternal praise.
Give this, my Native American thanks,
escaped I, from dark cities wretched haze!
Deep in that huge divide my spirit dwells,
no longer enduring man's living hells.
Robert J. Lindley, 3-13 2016
Sonnet, ( Remembering where the wolf prowls and the panther hunts )
Native American blood speaks.
100 words..
(2.)Saddest Blues Flow Through Winter's Icy Frame
Saddest blues flow through winter's icy frame
Even when its cold winds no longer chill.
Sure, white snow at Christmas garners great fame
Oft forgetting blizzards God's creatures kill.
Horrible sights seeing, hard frozen scenes
Realizing death travels in its breath.
Bitter truth, I found in my early teens
When my puppy escaped and froze to death.
Yes, I was far too young to understand
Winter is Nature, as death to living.
When seeing, ice frozen across the land
Heart yearning for Springs new, greener givings.
That moment, those sad blues are tossed away
Anticipating Spring's first warm green day.
Robert J. Lindley, 8-25-2016
Sonnet, ( Looking at Winter In a Different Light )
100 words
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