A Keats Style Ode to Summer...
Eh, they made me do it....
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Oh, my first Art base article...I'm so excited....LOL...anyway, this is a poem I had to write for English...I think it sucks because...well, I didn't put a lot of thought in it( I wrote it in twenty minutes)....but I think there are a few lines with some nice little gems in it....I tried to write prose...which is in the first stanza, but then I started rhyming....and couldn't stop...evident in stanzas 2 and 3....well...here it is:
Scorching days wilt even the mightiest tree,
‘Till the rain comes and replenishes all.
Life is plentiful, abound, and peaceful,
Or, as fate intends, desolate, dry, and dead.
Insects buzz while visiting flowers,
Lured by the sweetest fragrances.
Animals graze or stalk their prey,
Silent, creeping, death close at hand,
The query turns and flees with a fright,
The dust clouds the lucky one’s tracks,
As the golden orb settles in its earthen womb.
Toiling in the heat, sweat dripping from the brow,
Pushing the horse, to pull the plow.
Care is taken to weed and water,
All of the crops that become fodder.
Taking in the sights and smells,
Warmth fills Summer and swells.
Drinking from the ponds and streams,
Relaxing at the thought of midsummer dreams.
At the end of the day, sighing and weary,
Satisfaction awaits for all but the dreary.
Work is done and sleep approaches.
A chilled wind signals a close,
Summer wilts like a rose.
The work nearly over, harvest time soon,
All will gather by the light of the orange moon.
Days become short, colorful, and cool,
Children gather and return to school.
Festivals and feasts await,
People assemble, eat, and celebrate.
The leaves fall in a collage of color,
“Autumn is here”, the people will hollar.
Summer is gone, now Autumn begins.
I guess its okay....it got me an "A" at least.....
Well, I hope I didn't hurt you with my crappy poetry....I'm sure my teacher will make me do more, so stay tuned....
~Zoo
Scorching days wilt even the mightiest tree,
‘Till the rain comes and replenishes all.
Life is plentiful, abound, and peaceful,
Or, as fate intends, desolate, dry, and dead.
Insects buzz while visiting flowers,
Lured by the sweetest fragrances.
Animals graze or stalk their prey,
Silent, creeping, death close at hand,
The query turns and flees with a fright,
The dust clouds the lucky one’s tracks,
As the golden orb settles in its earthen womb.
Toiling in the heat, sweat dripping from the brow,
Pushing the horse, to pull the plow.
Care is taken to weed and water,
All of the crops that become fodder.
Taking in the sights and smells,
Warmth fills Summer and swells.
Drinking from the ponds and streams,
Relaxing at the thought of midsummer dreams.
At the end of the day, sighing and weary,
Satisfaction awaits for all but the dreary.
Work is done and sleep approaches.
A chilled wind signals a close,
Summer wilts like a rose.
The work nearly over, harvest time soon,
All will gather by the light of the orange moon.
Days become short, colorful, and cool,
Children gather and return to school.
Festivals and feasts await,
People assemble, eat, and celebrate.
The leaves fall in a collage of color,
“Autumn is here”, the people will hollar.
Summer is gone, now Autumn begins.
I guess its okay....it got me an "A" at least.....
Well, I hope I didn't hurt you with my crappy poetry....I'm sure my teacher will make me do more, so stay tuned....
~Zoo
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