National Poetry Month Challenge - Day 5

[wordsrmylife]

I am from rounded hills
    and ankle-aching cold clearwater
    brooks tumbling the roughest
    granite smooth, grinding
    quartz to sand.

I am from church steeples
    rising above ever-changing trees,
    bells tolling the hour,
    echoed by the lead cow
    headed barn-ward.

I am from make it do
    or do without, and pennies pinched
    so hard

Comments

Re: Nothing is wasted,/not even words

[wordsrmylife]

:)
Thanks!

[olmue]

I'm really enjoying all your poetry! I especially like the line "pennies pinched/so hard Lincoln's beard is shaved." I can relate to that one!

[philia_fan]

Whoa, this is great. I am so impressed that you can do a poem a day and actually make them good. If I did this, I would probably only manage feeble haikus.

[saputnam]

I love this one, Kathy! I especially like the second stanza in which you compared church bells to the lead cow's bell as she heads home for milking