Gardens of Stone 

Brave men — fallen friends, alert as children show / Flowers fresh from little hands, yet far too young to know

A time when men answered a call and tears fell like rain / Then just as Peace began anew, the World cried out again.

Off again to freedom fight, but it was just too high a cost / Lovers denied, Mothers cried. So many sons were lost.

Time tries to fade the memories, while they still stand alone / Remembered by most, one day a year / Then lost in gardens of stone.  

(29) I Remember #NAPOWRIMO

AND THE ASSIGNMENT IS: Our prompt (optional, as always). Today, the challenge is: to write a poem based on things you remember. Try to focus on specific details, and don’t worry about whether the memories are of important events, or are connected to each other. You could start by adopting Brainard’s uniform habit of starting every line with “I remember,” and then you could either cut out all the instances of “I remember,” or leave them all in, or leave just a few in. At any rate, hopefully you’ll wind up with a poem that is heavy on concrete detail, and which uses that detail as its connective tissue. Happy writing! — taken from www.napowrimo.net 

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(27) The Prince, The Fox and The Sword of Light #NAPOWRIMO

Long lines I can do! 🙂

prince fox sword

This verse is based upon a story (by Mara Freeman) of the same name, that i heard a long time ago.  The only way I could memorize it was to re-write it in verse. Enjoy!

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(25) The Most Fleeting Season #NAPOWRIMO

AND THE ASSIGNMENT IS: Our prompt (optional, as always). Today, the challenge is to write a poem that begins with a line from another poem (not necessarily the first one), but then goes elsewhere with it. This will work best if you just start with a line of poetry you remember, but without looking up the whole original poem. (Or, find a poem that you haven’t read before and then use a line that interests you). The idea is for the original to furnish a sort of backdrop for your work, but without influencing you so much that you feel stuck just rewriting the original!. For example, you could begin, “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day,” or “I have measured out my life with coffee spoons,” or “I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster,” or “they persevere in swimming where they like.” Really, any poem will do to provide your starter line – just so long as it gives you the scope to explore. Happy writing! — taken from www.napowrimo.net 

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No More Sunsets For Two

Gus-eed up in his best blue jeans, and cowboy hat, of course; 
The Sheriff goes into the barn, to tend his favourite horse!
Insep'rable pair -- that man and mare; no stronger bond is worse!

Golden Girl is her name, her coat a yellow sheen;
When shines the Sun upon her, she's a beauty to be seen.
And on the plain -- she does reign; a regal Texas queen!

Together, these good friends have been, for so many a-year;
They caught and shot offenders, and cried in pints of beer,
They rode the range -- and helped the Grange; and lassoed a mangy steer!

Dispensing Ol' Slack Justice, it happened late one day;
Golden Girl was limping, in a mighty painful way!
And deep inside -- The Sheriff cried; not knowing what to say!

"Sorry," said the blacksmith, "Her problem's beyond me."
And the doctor: "All I can do, is end her misery."
Bowing his head -- the lawman said: "I'll do it! She's with me!"

The Sheriff knelt before her, all knew the time was nigh;
He softly brushed her forelock, as tears welled in his eye
Then this big lawman -- as soft as he can; kissed his girl good-bye.

The blacksmith left, he couldn't bear, to see her under strain;
But the doctor, he was used to it, time and time again.
"Steady, son -- Here's my gun. Now, take away her pain."

The doctor, he continued, "I do understand;
"Across the Painted Deserts to the Rio Grande!
"You're feelin' blur -- and hurtin' too;
"But in the end, it's ...
               ***BANG!***

Now, this story might be, a bit of a shocker;
But things aren't always as they ought'r,
'cause this Sheriff ain't -- astride Ol'Paint
Since she broke a rocker! 

(22) Rocky Mountain Goats #NAPOWRIMO

AND THE ASSIGNMENT IS: Our prompt (optional, as always). Today, the challenge is: from Gloria Gonsalves, who also suggested our prompt for Day Seven. Today, Gloria challenges us all to write a poem in honor of Earth Day. This could be about your own backyard, a national park, or anything from a maple tree to a humpback whale. Happy writing! — taken from www.napowrimo.net 

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(16) Canadian Graffiti #NAPOWRIMO

AND THE ASSIGNMENT IS: Our prompt (optional, as always). Today, the challenge is to write a poem incorporating or based on one or more of your answers to the following “Almanac Questionnaire.” Happy writing! — taken from www.napowrimo.net

WEATHER: JANUARY SNOW
ARCHITECTURE: ART GALLERY OF ALBERTA
CUSTOMS: 
MAMMAL/REPTILE/FISH: CARIBOU | FLORA: WILD ROSE
DRESS: COCKTAIL DRESS | MYTHICAL ANIMAL: UNICORN
CHILDHOOD DREAM: JET FIGHTER PILOT | CONSPIRACY: AVRO ARROW

FOUND ON THE STREET: CIGARETTE BUTTS
EXPORT: ALBERTA BEEF
GRAFFITI: I'M SORRY
LOVER: 

HOMETOWN MEMORY: CITY OF CHAMPIONS
NOTABLE PERSON: MARY (LA BOLDUC) TRAVERS, SINGER and SONGWRITER
OUTSIDE YOUR WINDOW, YOU FIND: PARKED VEHICLES
TODAY'S NEWS HEADLINE:
SCRAP FROM A LETTER: -- AN AFFAIR WITH THE MILKMAN 75 YEARS AGO

STORY READ TO CHILDREN AT NIGHT: ALLIGATOR PIE
3MIN WALK DOWN AN ALLEY, YOU FIND: A DEAD-END 
WALK TO THE BORDER AND HEAR: "PASSPORT PLEASE!"
IMAGE ON PICTURE POSTCARD: CASCADING FOUNTAINS OF THE LEGISLATURE

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