I was perusing some older poetry I'd written (back in high school!) And I thought I'd share with you some of them. I'll try to post Poetry once a week... if someone can think up a nice alliterative title for me that'd be awesome... the only thing I'm coming up with is "Metrical Composition Monday," which I'll go with if need be, but it's a little bit awkward...
Anyway, first poem installment:
Welcome to my Hideaway 3-24-97
High upon a mountain peak,
Beside a rushing stream,
Chinked with mud, a roof that leaks,
The house of my own dreams.
Where only eagles fly,
On a mountain’s lonely peak,
Able to touch the sky,
And with animals alone, to speak.
This beautiful little cabin,
Nestled in a nook,
And only I and the mountain,
Know just where to look.
From all else as if not there
Life goes on below, all well,
While only a few might dare,
To find my secret "Rivendell."
~Jenelle Schmidt
1 comment:
Ah! I suppose if the "real Rivendell" isn't close by and handy, the next best thing is to create my own.
:-)
I like this one!
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