By Louisa Strong ’26
Wind singing, golden leaves dancing, mountainside green and
Flowery, sky clear and blue, how do you do? Red picnic under a
Shining sun
Light reflecting off the diamond lake below me, the flowers’ scent
So sickly strong, the pine trees dying and still tough and old, holding
Up the sky
Grass swaying, trees rustling and playing along to nature’s song
And an orange bird, what rhymes with that? I hear my own pencil
Busy on its way
To write a poem, to capture the world around you, everything
That swirls inside you head and heart, sky light and dark, all around you, And to
Write it down
How? To start to tell you, the reader, just what it is that makes this mountain
Beautiful, how? To tell you that I’ve never been to the place I describe
So vividly for you.
The grass, the wind, the sky, the orange bird, all non existent, all
A reality for someone else, but not me. Every word, every letter
Just whispers of imagination
Fragile as steam
And the slightest breath will change its shape
Blow it all away
Thanks Louisa – you a deep and creative thinker! Great descriptive word choices.