Short Hereabout Poems
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Ornament glosses the meaning
Metaphor displaces by dreaming
Emblems contain,then extend hereabout
So now,go figure it out.
When Spring flowers,
in woodlands hereabout
reveal themselves,
archangels shout-
Im a weasel snout.
Inspired by the pretty woodland yellow archangel(Galeobdolon luteum) in a wayside woodland
walk yesrterday in th Chiltern Hills.
Just like football* i am very old
so if I may be so bold
this memory I'll unfold
each day,when school was out
off to a green,hereabout-
the teams often numbered seventeen!
with our jumpers as posts,
no boots ,referee or
coaches ,you'd see
back and forth we'd be
'til tired out,and ready for tea
*you call it soccer over the pond
A football memory
Just like football* i am very old
so if I may be so bold
this memory I'll unfold
each day,when school was out
off to a green,hereabout-
the teams often numbered seventeen!
with our jumpers as posts,
no boots ,referee or
coaches ,you'd see
back and forth we'd be
'til tired out,and ready for tea
*you call it soccer over the pond
A football *memory
Just like this sport I am very old
so if I may be so bold
this memory I'll unfold
each day,when school was out
off to a green,hereabout-
the teams often numbered seventeen!
with our jumpers as posts,
no boots ,referee or
coaches ,you'd see
back and forth we'd be
'til tired out,and ready for tea
*you call it soccer over the pond
With no one hereabout
As above streetlight shone
“Hello beautiful”
Endurance rules you flout
Daintily peeping out
Flourishing with aplomb
By each gainful degree
Amid detritus flows
Purple petunia grows
If only all could see
Limpet tenacity
Hidden in the shadows
Survival rates are slim
In mind you never dim
Name and Sponsor Hexsonnetta
3/15/21 Emile Pinet
repost inspired by Phil contest
Just like football* i am very old
so if I may be so bold
this memory I'll unfold
each day,when school was out
off to a green,hereabout-
the teams often numbered seventeen!
with our jumpers as posts,
no boots ,referee or
coaches ,you'd see
back and forth we'd be
'til tired out,and ready for tea
*you call it soccer over the pond
A football memory
Just like football* i am very old
so if I may be so bold
this memory I'll unfold
each day,when school was out
off to a green,hereabout-
the teams often numbered seventeen!
with our jumpers as posts,
no boots ,referee or
coaches ,you'd see
back and forth we'd be
'til tired out,and ready for tea
*you call it soccer over the pond
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2011
Where the sandhill cranes gather,
I stand and watch the swans preen
In the morning sun near the bridge
Alone, except for a circling vulture
All denizens of the lowland culture,
Passing high over the flanking ridge
A red-tail hawk hereabout rarely seen
Above the warm, crystal blue water.
written February 19, 2022
(Using the reverse rhyme scheme
which I have discovered in so many
of my poems: abcddcba)