The Meadows As we left the lodge pine forest and Walked through meadows dotted with Yellow wild flowers and patches of blue We came across a field of ravens Nodding their small black heads to and fro Dancing and hopping in crazy motion Through grasses tall to them, in front of us Everything moved inContinueContinue reading “The Meadows”
Category Archives: Travel
All the Way North
It’s been too long since the last post. Lots of musings and thoughts to report, but right now, am trying to finish up a bunch of poems I wrote in June while my son Jude and I were in Yellowstone (and kudos to him for the photo). Enjoy. All the Way North Promised rain, weContinueContinue reading “All the Way North”
Maps
Here’s an appropriate poem, for Spring Break, as my son Jude and I will undoubtedly be looking at….Here’s an appropriate poem, for Spring Break, as my son Jude and I will undoubtedly be looking at…. Maps Carrying maps we move Through battlegrounds and trails, Roadways, displays and Museums built of alabaster On swamps in citiesContinueContinue reading “Maps”
Bonie
Bonie I miss Scotland and my friends who took me around by bus and by foot, through gardens and gargoyles past castles and river walks when the rain stopped and the yellow flowers bloomed golden across empty glens deep in the highlands cutting a path for the ancients beyond easter aquhorthies and hotel portmahomack whereContinueContinue reading “Bonie”
A Poem from Sandburg’s House
Progress At Carl Sandburg’s house, Tourists snap pictures of Books behind glass Stacked top to bottom Downstairs and up Exactly as the poet left them Titles beckon as voices from the past, Tease our collective imagination And bring Carl and his family to life Inhabitants and possessions Defined with the times, inseparable Intriguing, and everlastingContinueContinue reading “A Poem from Sandburg’s House”
Doug Hoekstra 