Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes.
-Carl Sandburg (Pulitzer Prize Winning Writer)
I was inspired by the Boy's Awesome Summer Poems. So I posted a challenge on Facebook to my friends asking for their Summer-inspired Acrostic Poems. Here are the AMAZING results!
Up to something
Up with the moon
sweeping sand out through the tent's front flap
under cloud-flecked azure northern skies
marking trails on that old tattered map
making s'mores around a midnight fire
every year collect Petoskey stones
remember this - tomorrow they'll be grown
Under the Sun and
Manna from above
Every sweet meadow
Resonates the joy of life.
Sit in the shade if you have any sense
Under a tree, or next to a fence
Mop your face and give it a rinse
Maybe it will be autumn soon -
Every year the warm season gets warmer.
Rebel Dixie's got heatstroke and we're too tired to mourn 'er.
Snows are gone. Welcoming sands
urge bathers to darken their winter's ecru.
Midsummer heat melts to fall's calm
Making each day a comforting balm.
Each day a click of earth's clock, true
reckoning our years to spill, sift, pour.
Screen time, a break from
Utter insanity. Counting the
Minutes between shouts of
MOM! Then to the park for
Entirely too much sun.
Round em up - is it bedtime yet?