Apr 11, 2008

NaPoWriMo # 11

Stuck On The Prairie

They mouth freedom,
So livid at the majesty,
Not seen in the garden.
They want to imagine a brilliant time
When their enterprise
Brings to fruition
Years of hard work.

Until then,
The are like immigrants
In a covered wagon
Stuck on the prairie,
Putting the comfort
Of their opinions away

April 11, 2008
Poem made started from randomly picking magnetic poetry words.

5 comments:

paisley said...

you know... i live in northern cali,, and it breaks my hear to see what has become of the offspring of those very determined very adventurous souls that risked their lives to get here in covered wagons.. i bet they are rolling in their graves.....

Scott Clawson said...

Maybe more people need to get stuck on the prairie! Very nice poem, thank you for sharing it with us.

Michelle Johnson said...

Putting the comfort of their opinions away would be a great thing for some to do. Thanks for sharing. Have a nice weekend.

tumblewords said...

Great job! I agree with Paisley - sometimes the risk... Anyway, this poem makes a fine read!

jimmmaaa said...

Scott, Paisley, Michelle, and Tumblewords,thanks for the comments on my poem.