A LaCharta Poem |
This LaCharta poem is entered in "Verdant Poetry Contest" Lies magic in that red-head lad On dropping seeds, to seem quite sad Flowers in spring, what could be bad? Planting the land, his launching pad Licking the sticky off his hands, Imagine this June's garden grand! Shimmering sunlight cuts through clouds, Childish shrieking, timeless, unbowed Moment of quiet, broken, loud Memories mind has yet to shroud Garden fountain, has time forgot? Simple measures, hoe up the plot Instant's reflection, back in time Precious kisses, abundant wine Drinking thirsty fountain sublime Never ending supply of rhyme Breathe in nectar, pretend it lasts All too soon, blow wind's torrents past Remember years, gardens and beach Nothing ventured, too far to reach Grab from the tree one juicy peach Worms, fish with hooks taken to leech A life well lived starts with that seed Mom's hug and smile is all he needs 24 Lines LaCharta Each stanza contains 6 lines with 8 syllables per line. The rhyme scheme is aaaabb, ccccdd, etc. This poem is dedicated to my grandson, Sam. |