The Thorn Bush

Thorn bush
Prick their needles
Into my clothes.
The ball now lost
held captive in
thorn bush’s embrace.
Will have to find
another way to
win my ball back
from the prickly flora.

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Set The Bird Free

Here is the strange and fascinating fact I used to help write a poem: Leonardo da Vinci was a vegetarian and animal rights activist, he would buy caged birds and set them free.

Tweet, I hear from the marketplace
I follow the sad sweet music to a stall
I look upon the sad face
It tweets the saddest tune
Locked in a cage the bird sits
I take my purse; produce a coin
I take the cage in my hand
I walk from the marketplace
Down we go to far away
An open field I finally stop
I open caged door
Fly free bird, fly free, take to the wind
I’ve done my duty to free the caged bird
Bird takes to wind; flaps it’s wings thank you
Then it is gone; another caged bird free

April 30 prompt from this site http://www.napowrimo.net/

Photo Adventure Postcard

Hope to see you soon as we finish a week on our adventure. We walked
through dense trees snapping photos as we went. Nature surrounded us
at every corner. Through lens they stared at us. Waterfalls refreshed
the gloom of forest. Natures beauty at its finest. Quietly watch wild
animals at their play. Saw dynamic clouds with sunset as the day closed
to an end. Will show photos of our exciting adventure. See you very soon!

April 28 prompt from this site http://www.napowrimo.net/

Child Leads Nature Forward

Sun golden stands large in the sky
Watches over all in with stern eyes
A naked child sits astride a horse
Waving his red standard to the world
He brings simplicity and new life
Sunflowers behind grow their leaves strong
The child leads them out of the garden
To bring new life to the front
In his innocence to restore broken world
Torn apart from war and death
Nature will come again
To bring perfect conformity to the world

April 27 prompt from this site http://www.napowrimo.net/

Herd Is Coming

Hoof beats on the trail
Thundering a mile away
Drumming into ground surface
You could hear ground shake
See the dirt fly in all direction
They rush by like melting watercolors
Legs churning the dirt beneath
They gallop by like the rush of the wind
All you might catch is the tail end
Of a herd of horses streaking by

April 26th Prompt: Think of a time when you saw a group of animals moving together: a buffalo stampede on TV, dogs running on a beach, birds flocking, giraffes or elephants on a safari, fish in an aquarium. Write a poem about that movement.

Grandma’s Backyard

Has trees
Standing guard
Around three-way perimeter.
Their branches
With weapons of needles
They handle with great care.
Tall curvy grasses giggle
Hiding their secrets
During early spring.
Perhaps, it is
Another baby deer born.
Battles are raged
On rainy days
Ground submerges
Under water.
Lake or swamps
Rush into form
As they change
Landscape at their will.
Walk upon ground
To find a hole
Lurking in plain sight
As a hidden indentation.
Spring has brought
It’s hardships to the yard.

April 25th Prompt: Cleveland poet Russell Atkins describes a backyard that “has hold/ of the throats/ of trees”. Write a poem that personifies your backyard, or the backyard of someone you know during a particular season of the year.

Rain Water Coming Down

Spring flowers wait; distant clouds bring the rain
Soak water coming down; happy for rain

Colored petals sparkle with rain drops new
As many droplets drop from clouds with rain

Flowers grow with the coming clouds of rain
While people all around outside complain

For April will bring wet miserable rain
For which I will now stay inside today

And watch from the window to view the rain
As water travels slowly, down ditch drain