This semester Olivia and I are in the same poetry class, so we thought we might post some of the poems we’ve been working on in class. Here’s one of the first ones I wrote for an assignment called the “narrative/place” poem. It’s based off my multiple trips to June Lake with my parents every summer. Still a work in progress!
June
Through the sage brush
and wildflowers,
along the softly
speaking
stream,
past the trembling aspens
of a thousand carved out names,
lies a place out of a dream.
Where tiny hooves
line dusty paths,
and the air is crisp
and
thin,
over beds of fallen needles
is where summer oft begin.
Where green reeds sway
on silver shores,
and gulls chatter from
the
sky,
the trees sprout hooks and sinkers
that taunt the passers-by.
It’s here among
the quiet pines,
where jays stretch their wings
and
land,
that love, laughter, and lessons,
start with fishing rod in hand.
