Showing posts with label dug well. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dug well. Show all posts

Thursday, June 27, 2013

Poems of the season














 

Haiku
two strands of web
move in the wind
shine in the sun
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the rising sun
in its huge redness
now in my camera
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Cinquain

"Early summer; early morning"

Watered:
cussed the cheap green
hose that kinked every time
I pulled it farther from the far
faucet.
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3 Campmeeting observations

Mama
is smiling down
to see--on the mourners'
bench--a bouquet of her hydrangea
blossoms.
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We park
where cabins stood
a century ago.
Now, the only vestige is a
dug well.
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Sawdust
floor is no more:
concrete the answer for
those with allergies, flip-flops and
sandals.
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