My 16 year old Grandson James and I participated each day last week in the Poetic Asides poetry challenge. I picked our favorite entries to post.
Pocahontas (by James, age 16)
Just walking around on a fine autumn day
It was cloudy, casting a slivery sheen over the bay
She was running with the deer again
I think she prefers animals, not friends
Her graceful form, almost flying across the land
The wind flowing with her, as if giving her a hand
The deer close behind her
They ran into the woods
Running as fast as they possibly could
For nothing could stop them
Not the rain far behind
Nor the wind in her hair
And all I could do was stop, look, and stare.
Needle and Thread (by Parrot, older)
It’s really so very easy, she said
Just start with the prettiest color of thread
Then fill the bobbin all the way to full
And set it in the bottom well to pull.
Up through the needle from below
With thread from the top it will flow
Joining all together at the seam
The two thicknesses of fabric in between.
Turn one dial to this, the other just past
Push down on the pedal, oh no, not so fast.
She takes over and guides it all just so
I watch as she makes even stitches flow.
What seems such a simple task to so many
Is to me, a nightmare and just about any
Excuse I can possibly think of to use
I will do to avoid taking its abuse.
I thank her, then put it away with care
And know in my closet, it will remain there.
Just give me a hand-held needle and thread
Because this tool serves me much better instead.