Wednesday, December 08, 2010
It seemed that it was just only yesterday We were staying down Whitehall Road at Penn Furnace The courtesy of an old retired farmer Giving my family a temporary stay In his duplex overlooking the sprawling farm I remember trying the ski in Winter '78 And my son trying the sledge near his garage My classes were just beginning to start And the snow covered mountains was such a beautiful sight.Inspired by Magpie #44
Thursday, December 02, 2010
My mentor in poetry says that my first poem is a stanza. The last person who mentioned this term was my literature master Mr. P.D. Bond when I was in FMC. He was a brilliant teacher and when he taught us poetry he dramatise it to the point of enchanting the whole class in awe as he described in detail the symbols, allusions and imageries.
The DragonflyAs the dew melts As the sun rises on the horizon I love to see the dragonfly perched on the twig It reminds me of my childhood Where in the early hour of the morning I walked to the clear stream For then the innocence of childhood In a village, serene and peaceful I came across the dragonfly on the bank