Why does Ms. Breech teach children?
She doesn’t even like kids!
From the mouth of a five-year-old
our “teacher of the year” would hold a grudge forever
against this innocent honest five-year-old, if she knew.
I guess no one told the selection committee
how many students despise school after kindergarten here
wonder if being boss’s cousin has something to do with her crown?
Categories:
beech, teacher,
Form: Free verse
Turn to quenching winds; cherish what you can't see.
Learn to study vastness rippling at sea.
Birds watch you from high as they tranquilly soar.
Words elevated mend a heart that's sore.
Songs of praise are the greatest compliment.
Strong and gentle, our natures complement.
Thoughts of gratitude charm, expressed aloud.
Cots, blankets, and laughter are allowed.
Shells cling to sea rocks; we harvest mussels.
Swells hug your tee shirt, revealing muscles.
Pull me close like friendly breezes that blew.
Full of mysteries are diverse realms blue.
Sky's palette blends at a quarter past eight.
Eyes twinkle from marshmallows we ate.
You strum your ukulele; we become a band.
Two voices that melt cannot be banned.
Seagull calls merge in a tune that's choral.
Regal beauty flaps around hidden coral.
Sway like moonlit, twinkling leaves of beech.
Stay with me tonight upon this lot of beach.
7-14-2021
(Rhyme beginnings, homophone endings)
Categories:
beech, appreciation, beach, bird, creation,
Form: Rhyme
Where gray shadows lurk beneath the towering beech
A kaleidoscope of color seeks to linger in the space
Where bare brown leaves cover the sunrays cannot reach,
Where gray shadows lurk beneath the towering beech
Squirrels battle for nuts, while tiny chipmunks screech.
And I, I am content to observe the habitat, this place,
Where gray shadows lurk beneath the towering beech
A kaleidoscope of color seeks to linger in the space.
Written June 24, 2021
Categories:
beech, animal, nature, solitude,
Form: Triolet
Oh how I hate the winter where my limbs are exposed and seen
I just adore the springtime; I wear my dress of emerald green
Draping myself in lush foliage, not an inch of body you can see
Until warm winds of autumn arrive and begin to undress me
Then I start to shiver as my gown of golden leaves falls away
Leaving me cold and naked until spring returns again one day
Originally written on 08~22~15
N/A In personification contest finalised on 10/19/16
I worked so hard on my personification
Then looked at the list with consternation
Saw the sponsor gave it an N/A
Perhaps he’d had a tough day ….
I now look to Constance for mitigation!
11~11~16
5 Line rhyme for Broken Wings Take the dagger from my heart please 3 Contest
Categories:
beech, autumn, tree,
Form: Personification
Oh how I hate the winter where my limbs are exposed and seen
I just adore the spring time, I wear my dress of emerald green
Draping myself in lush foliage, not an inch of body you can see
Until warm winds of autumn arrive and begin to undress me
Then I start to shiver as my gown of golden leaves falls away
Leaving me cold and naked until spring returns again one day
08~22~15
Categories:
beech, nature, tree,
Form: Personification
W I N D
F A L L
M A S T
F A I R
Categories:
beech, animals, food, seasons
Form: Shape