Swimming in the pool, we enjoy the sun.
Playing boule, we all have fun.
Everybody loves their food, life is good
Every best friend in one neighborhood
One of few days in some Summertimes.
I love this town with almost no crimes.
Suddenly my phone loudly rings
I start to fly almost like I had wings.
I wonder why my mother calls
She is with my dad at Yosemite Falls
Over the hills, she says they hiked across
And out of nowhere, my dad slipped on pasta sauce
He fell down the hill and broke his leg
Oh thank you god he is not dead!
He was brought to hospital by helicopter
My mother cries and I tried to stop her
All my friends still swimming in the garden
On the TV some highlights of James Harden
Within seconds, my dad is ruined
A beautiful evening with a screwed up end.
Categories:
yosemite falls, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
In summer she thunders majestically
her splendor spewing power soaked
sound waves of security cross the valley
and trails where tourists are cloaked
in her confident comforting mist.
In winter she quick silently retreats
to the mountaintop peaks of surrealist
chill hibernation eerily replete
with mankindness's self-interested
profit motive doused in froze song.
In spring dogwood bloom crested
redwoods and Rockies coax along
her re-emergence. She windchimes
her essence, then winds up her chords
karaoked according to times.
There was one spring when the lords
or ladies or deities or whatever
hushed her for a moment
in favor of the wailing fresh quiver
of sprite breath born to foment.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Nancy Jones
9/26/11 (which happens to be my father's 80th birthday)
Flowing water
*I was born in the spring a few hundred yards (meters) from Yosemite Falls many moons ago
*Rhyme scheme is ababc dcdef efghg hijij
Categories:
yosemite falls, childhood, spring, spring,
Form: Rhyme