Nestof3 Posted April 1, 2010 Share Posted April 1, 2010 This was not a school assignment or anything. He just typed it over a few days. The Seasons The winter months are upon us, As we sit and stare out the window at the snow covered ground, We are thankful for the blazing fire set before us, And we watch a rabbit hopping by on the snow as if it weighed a pound, And we wonder if it too has a snug little den were it laughs at the snow and sleet, And we laugh at Jack Frost “You shall nip no ears or noses tonight.” We say, and stoke up the fire with hemlock and birch and aspen. We are snug in our little cabin, but still we long for Gentle Sister South Wind To come and herald the coming of Sweet Mistress Spring, And to drive Rough Brother North Wind Away Back to the Frozen North, And then the flowers will come, Yellow daffodils and buttercups and goldenrod and marigolds, And blue forget-me-nots and bluebells, And Red roses and poppies, White daises and foxgloves, And purple pansies, And the whole forest will be ablaze with color, Robins and bluebirds and cardinals and thrushes will outdo themselves and run out of breath twittering and chirping, And the brook will melt into a laughing, tumbling mass of ripples being dashed against the rock and then bouncing back again and trickling into hollows and form little pools of Water where minnows dash and dodge playing hid-and-seek with the sun beams. And then the summer will come and the brook’s merry laugh will tone down to a lazy Hum, and all the green trees will turn a pleasant yellow green. And gnats will play their tunes, such as ‘How Merry it is to Fly All Day’. Autumn will soon be here and the brook will become cross and disagreeable. And the trees will put on scarves of red and yellow and brown, a few scarves will blow away on the now-rough breeze. And soon that breeze will become an ever-present gail sent by Rough Brother North Wind. And we come back to this day and Jack Frost will nip our noses and the rabbit will hop again and we shall stay close to the fire. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Starr Posted April 1, 2010 Share Posted April 1, 2010 Great poem Nathan! Keep writing and sharing them with us. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
muffinmom Posted April 1, 2010 Share Posted April 1, 2010 he clearly put a lot of work and thought into that. nice images. I'm sure you're a proud mom. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
precious4b Posted June 26, 2012 Share Posted June 26, 2012 Great Poem :) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LibraryLover Posted June 26, 2012 Share Posted June 26, 2012 I read this to myself with a British accent*. Not sure it was very posh, but I tried. :) (*Referring to his Youtube lectures, which I adore.) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SonshineLearner Posted June 26, 2012 Share Posted June 26, 2012 Sweet :) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Starr Posted June 26, 2012 Share Posted June 26, 2012 If we are going to resurrect a 2 year old thread this is a great one. Go Nathan! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
KatieJ Posted June 26, 2012 Share Posted June 26, 2012 :thumbup: Loved it! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lizzie in Ma Posted June 26, 2012 Share Posted June 26, 2012 Very nice. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
********* Posted June 26, 2012 Share Posted June 26, 2012 If we are going to resurrect a 2 year old thread this is a great one. Go Nathan! :iagree: Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nestof3 Posted June 26, 2012 Author Share Posted June 26, 2012 Surprised to see this float to the surface. I always did adore this one, though. Here is his latest. "Winds of Arda (or Voices out of the West) for Lord of the Rings Fans: The wind was on the Barrow Downs And blew across the misty mounds And down and down to ancient delves Where still there linger gladden elves In Moria, in Kazhad Dum Where once of old dwarves dug and hewed Not stirring surface of the pool In Mirromere, where Thrain did fall It crossed o’re Rohan’s rocky plains And still more easterly it ran Towards Gondor’s castles on the shores Of And’win and Pellainor’s Moors Up north she blew past blackened doors Of Minas Morgul’s stony floors And cold it blew across the waste Of Mordor’s plains, the Morgoth Fields Still north it sailed over the Rhun And o’re the Iron Hills it wailed Until it came to Esgaroth And there the lake men loaded wine Up River Running West Wind blew And past the hold of Durin’s crew Throughout the winding halls and through Where dragon sat on golden hoard With fire belching from its heart Like some conniving demon’s hearth And o’re the threshold of the north The Ered Luin, West Wind Soared And west again across the heath Where greedy dragons dream in sleep And ‘cross the Greywater’s last ford Back o’re the Barrow’s Whitened downs And still we journey, journey on And slowly westward we are drawn And in the Shire hobbits sleep In land of merriment in peace Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nestof3 Posted June 26, 2012 Author Share Posted June 26, 2012 Oh, and a not so happy one. The Bloody Somme As shells and bullets boom and bang And screech of airplane’s sad demise I can’t believe I’m still alive After the Battle of the Somme It all began in July 1st And ended up in hellish death On 18th of November I Had seen 1,000,000 comrades maimed Our squad’s old serge had given me A gun for to shoot the Germans And I gave to them the blood and tears That we all had felt that evening After dead were tallied And troops were wounded In trenches so confining That the dead bodies seamed to scream “Bury us away! I’m way too warm! I hate the Battle of the Somme!†Author's Note: The Battle of the Somme was one of four major battles fought during WWI. It was a large scale assault on behalf of the Allied Forces intended to break the deadlock in the trenches. The poem is told from the perspective of a British soldier. As told by the soldier, the Battle of the Somme was fought from July 1st to November 18th, nearly five months. Over a million people were killed, maimed, crippled, or suffered “Shell Shock†-- a stupor brought on by the claustrophobia of the trenches, combined with the terrible sound of shells screaming overhead and seeing friends and comrades killed. This poem was written as a memorial to all those who perished on the Battle of the Somme, on both sides. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nestof3 Posted June 26, 2012 Author Share Posted June 26, 2012 I read this to myself with a British accent*. Not sure it was very posh, but I tried. :) (*Referring to his Youtube lectures, which I adore.) AHH!!! You remembered them! :lol: He has since made more mature ones, but I have not taken the time to upload them. Oh, and the geology episodes as well. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LibraryLover Posted June 26, 2012 Share Posted June 26, 2012 (edited) AHH!!! You remembered them! :lol: He has since made more mature ones, but I have not taken the time to upload them. Oh, and the geology episodes as well. Oh course I remember! I found them delightful, and I think of them often. He's a classical hser's dream, as he is so into it! You can't force that desire. You have done an amazing job encouraging and nurturing his gifts and passions. Have you done a poetry study? Never mind. I just visited your blog. I had forgotten to go to your blog, but why I don't know, as I always found it inspiring. Edited June 26, 2012 by LibraryLover Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Caitilin Posted June 26, 2012 Share Posted June 26, 2012 Surprised to see this float to the surface. I always did adore this one, though. Here is his latest. "Winds of Arda (or Voices out of the West) for Lord of the Rings Fans: The wind was on the Barrow Downs And blew across the misty mounds And down and down to ancient delves Where still there linger gladden elves In Moria, in Kazhad Dum Where once of old dwarves dug and hewed Not stirring surface of the pool In Mirromere, where Thrain did fall It crossed o’re Rohan’s rocky plains And still more easterly it ran Towards Gondor’s castles on the shores Of And’win and Pellainor’s Moors Up north she blew past blackened doors Of Minas Morgul’s stony floors And cold it blew across the waste Of Mordor’s plains, the Morgoth Fields Still north it sailed over the Rhun And o’re the Iron Hills it wailed Until it came to Esgaroth And there the lake men loaded wine Up River Running West Wind blew And past the hold of Durin’s crew Throughout the winding halls and through Where dragon sat on golden hoard With fire belching from its heart Like some conniving demon’s hearth And o’re the threshold of the north The Ered Luin, West Wind Soared And west again across the heath Where greedy dragons dream in sleep And ‘cross the Greywater’s last ford Back o’re the Barrow’s Whitened downs And still we journey, journey on And slowly westward we are drawn And in the Shire hobbits sleep In land of merriment in peace This one is especially good in that it clearly and cleverly echoes Tolkien without using any given Tolkien pattern. He has a really good ear for matching the sound to the meaning. Very impressive!:001_smile: Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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