This page was a journal entry about what I love in life. I decided to make a collage to go with it. Some of the things I wrote were my family, fall, music, knitting, reading, bright blue skies, and big puffy clouds.
I took on the challenge yesterday of making a word toolbox out of an old western book I found. Then I wrote 2 poems. One free verse and one rhyming.
Free verse:
He sits gazing out over the land
Many men before him did the same
Texas the last American frontier
Established 1836
But his roots were established long before
Twelve years ago he tried to leave
California was the place to go
He took a train for 6 long days
When he arrived the news was waiting
George his brother had been shot
So he boarded the next train home
He knew he'd never leave again.
Rhyme:
He sits and stares
Many before him did the same.
Roots established here before he had a care
Texas his heart couldn't tame.
To California he took a train
Rode 6 days in the pourin rain.
When he arrived the news was waiting
George his brother was copulating
With an Indian's wife in Delmartin.
He'd been shot dead
Bullet right through his head.
Now he's have to go back
To pick up the slack
Ol' George left behind.
He knew in his heart
He'd never get a new start.
California was all just a dream.
Today I wrote a journal page on my memories of fall. It started out as my random thoughts about fall and then turned into a poem.
Cool breeze
warm sun
apples and pumpkins
comfort food
long sleeves and hats
red, yellows, and oranges
fall all around
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