tys hillside garden
peppers tomatoes cabbage
a neighborhood gift
rosemary bushes
rows of carrots and green beans
scarecrow named mazey
Written: August 19, 2023
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Tall bundles of wild fragrant lavender bloom.
Life's hidden clasps in the round garden boom.
They tower over the lavish green landscape.
Intricately marked, vibrant auburn shape.
They sway silently in the mild breeze.
Their petals—such lovely sighs, appease.
A picture—a utopian scene, a work of natural art.
This garden on a hill—an exquisite part
The wind blew—carrying their delicate scent.
A smell infused in the air—leaves you content.
Guiding bees and butterflies to their home,
A symphony of life in full bloom
Each bloom, a testament to resilience,
Surviving the harshness of seasons' brilliance
Their roots, deep in the earth's embrace,
Nurtured by the sun's warm grace.
In this garden of wonders—they thrive.
Painting the landscape, keeping it alive.
Whispers of stramineous on the hill,
A reminder to embrace life's thrill
So come, wander through this enchanting scene.
Where emerald green meets auburn—serene.
Breathe in the essence of this magical place.
Let it wash over you, leaving no trace.
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On the slope of the forest where the nightingale nests.
There, on the downhill,
where is a hundred-year-old oak tree.
Barely embraced by your tender arms.
In Hadrian's shrine shade.
*
Our garden is right there.
Your embrace is a garden to my being.
Shelter for the soul,
food for the body.
The game of life is weaved by our hands,
in the face and body sweat.
*
Scratched by the time thorns,
we have lost hope
However, the flowers woke up,
and their beauty tears down.
I lie in your arms and listen.
You talk about how shiny flower petals are.
All the colors are there,
it is breathtaking.
In delight, you cover your face with your hands.
Because of the delightful song of pollen.
*
You call my name, like no one before.
A magical call to the past snow avalanches.
At dusk, as the sun goes down.
Leaning against the oak,
I still dream of you.
In your embrace,
I seek the touch of eternity.
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I
A stand of timber
Each tall tree
Talking with the wind
II
Clearcut
How quietly the wind
Blows
III
Thousands of seedlings
Planted one by one
Reaching for the wind
clearcut
how quietly the wind
blows
I stand alone on a hillside barren
Of trees and rocks, and similar thing,
Once they were lush with foliage green
But now they are stripped of everything.
Ancient mountains verdant ripped away
The price of greed more than evident,
By harvesting narrow top seams of coal
Crushing heavy equipment came and went.
West Virginia’s hills were once majestic
Grand and proud they towered brave,
Where I stand alone on a hillside barren
Saddened like standing before a grave.
Coal barons who built a mansion near
Must feel the pangs of injustice here.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Brian Strand's Sonnet Contest
July 21, 2021
SILVER MEDAL WINNER
"Where Have All The Mountains Gone" Poetry Contest
All Poetry - October 10, 2021
steep snow storms hillside;
as excellent lorry prowls;
under snow showers;
~
mountings blizzard storms;
covering grounds hills valleys
accumulated
~
white dust sparkle specs
falling downward down to ground
steep snow storm hillside
1/25/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
HILLSIDE BROOK
Shimmering Sun scattering sparkling rays through clouds.
On rocky path
brook flowing
breaking
stones.
Lone
Villa
standing still
beside low hill
listening to rhythm of ripples of stream.
09/28/20
Picture No.1
'Double Tetractys -3 ' Contest by Eve Roper
( Mum pictured in her Welsh costume on St David's Day)
I wrote these words to fit the well known Welsh song melody 'Calon Lan' as in the audio above.
Wales to me, through childhood vision
calls to mind a country home,
full of welcome and adventure
where I once would freely roam.
Land of song and rolling hillsides
rugged coasts and golden sand,
where a rich,poetic language
kindles pride throughout the land.
I can hear the voices singing
in the mountains and the dales,
soulful harps are gently playing
calling me back home to Wales.
Land of song and rolling hillsides
rugged coasts and golden sand,
where a rich,poetic language
kindles pride throughout the land.
There my Mother's smile awaits me
and emotions soon revive
of the people we have cherished
whose fond memories survive.
Land of song and rolling hillsides
rugged coasts and golden sand,
where a rich,poetic language
kindles pride throughout the land.
17.06.20
Wales Poetry Contest sponsored by Julia Ward
'Battle of most acclaimed 2020 POEMS' Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
witching hillside shore
a nocturnal seagulls drools
at the old bottle
dead invertebrates
gulls scavengers eating
most things clean or not
listing hillside shore
the nocturnal seagulls drools
into the bottle
3/2/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
hillside sunshiny
so great, delightful lake prowls
winding towards the pond
2/1/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Bottle a vase Full of Flowers Picked from the Hillside - A Haiku
hillside steep flowers
green bottle stands placed in vase
flowers picked placed
all arrangements in
inside of a bottle green
swimming in water
while outside all’s wild
betrayed by birds steep flowers
they pick, pollinate
8/4/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
HILLSIDE And ALBATROSS A Haiku
cliffs black blue strata
hide grey in the undergrowth
albatross dying
6/13/19
Water falls off the hillsides;
Vapor mistily spits drops;
Within the moment of sunrise;
the lightening stops;
~
Water rains down again falls;
From the cloudy skies;
Evaporates air, dries;
Thunder shakes and stalls;
6/3/19
Upon this mistv hill stand
Before these priceless scenes so grand
That no one ever saw
Beneath, upon a steep so high
A glittering golden radiant sky
Rooted alone in awe..
..........
05/08/2019
Free Verse or Rhyme Contest of Eve Roper
Pic #2
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