tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48190643639892723782024-02-07T22:35:37.849-04:00Lone WolfI'm an author and artist living in Nova Scotia. I write to stay positive. I believe that being positive is about the most powerful thing one can do.Always remember to smile...it costs nothing.Carol Marlene Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03947607922037667580noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819064363989272378.post-58438236427600345582021-10-30T20:53:00.000-03:002021-10-30T20:53:32.549-03:00THE VALLEY<p> POEM FROM THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT RHYMER</p>
<p style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Wild
flowers grow in the tall waving grass</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Nature
at its finest. Featuring the colours <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Of
the rainbow in a crown of splendour<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Intermingling
with the choir of birds<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">All
under a clear blue sky of<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Such
brightness and brilliance<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As
to blind one’s eyes with<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Beauty,
and alert the mind<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Where
hazy mounds surround<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And
protect, and meandering streams<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Wind
hither and thither feeding the<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Land
with moisture, replenishing life<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Grazing
cattle and horses enjoy <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
abundance, while a passing deer <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Intermingles
for a short while<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And
no one minds the company<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jagged
rocks line the streams <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And
birds of that nature take<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
opportunity to build nests<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Where
safety is mostly guaranteed<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">All
is peaceful under a rising sun, a new<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Day
has begun. The bees, busy as usual<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
butterflies happy to be alive. The richness<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Of
the land, only some will understand<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p>Carol Marlene Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03947607922037667580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819064363989272378.post-69665129145466533942021-10-29T21:43:00.000-03:002021-10-29T21:43:07.522-03:00STUFF IN THE WORKS
TWO NEW BOOKS THAT ARE VYING FOR MY ATTENTION. HMM, WHICH WILL I FINISH FIRST?
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<span style="font-size: large;">I've been writing poems for a long time. This one is from a new poetry book that is in the planning stages. All poems will be about trains. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">TRAIN TRACK BLUES </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">They’re ripping up the train tracks<br /> A sad sight to see<br /> The time has come, they say<span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> And many do agree</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> But some people are upset for sure<br /> They’re trying to resist<br /> Marching, chanting<br /> Hoping the train can still exist</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> We don’t need those nasty trains<br /> We’ve got big trucks<br /> And modern highways<br /> The train has had its day</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Reporters gather,<br /> Watching the show<br /> Writing frantically <br /> About what they know</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> The photographers are busy<br /> Snapping photos of the mess<br /> Some people watch what’s going on<br /> While others are quite invested</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> I saw a girl quite upset<br /> She stood beside the tracks<br /> A policeman ventured over<br /> And nudged her to go back</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> She looked at him but didn’t move<br /> With resistance on her face<br /> He walked away when someone else<br /> Became a better prey</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> The train rode to the station<br /> For the very last time<br /> The people gathered round<br /> They formed a long, sad line</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> A commotion started at the front<br /> I walked with others to observe<br /> The same policeman bent over<br /> The same defiant girl</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> But this time he couldn’t move her<br /> She lay there on her back<br /> He called for backup because she had<br /> Chained herself to the track</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Before long they removed her<br /> And the crowd dispersed that day<br /> The last train to the station</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">A ghost of yesterday </span></div>
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