Whose weeds these are lives far away;
but I will pull some out today.
She may not know quite what I do,
to halt the bitter, sad decay.
My restless pup is quite content;
forgoes his walk for time well spent.
Upon his back, a grassy rub,
belly up, and wiggle worm bent.
He shakes off the grass, finds a place,
to lie within the sun's embrace.
I'm left alone with wind and weeds,
to do my work with quiet grace.
The weeds are many, long and strong.
But I know here they don't belong,
And I uproot them with a song,
And I uproot them with a song.
This poem is an exercise I sometimes do with my students. Take a published poem and follow the pattern. Anyone recognize the poem I used?
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31 comments:
I was a terrible English major. Don't remember the poem at all. But your twist is lovely.
its a rather fun verse...can catch the beat but just cant name that tune...smiles.
Great poem to read. As I picture myself pulling weeds as my puppy Belle watches..
Frost's Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, or something like it. A lovely imitation! Weeding is an unappreciated chore, like scrubbing bathrooms.
It is so so familiar I like what you did with it.
I immediately thought of Frost! "And miles to go before I sleep" repeats, doesn't it?
Great twist on it!
I can imagine Border Collie twisting and turning on his back looking for a good scratch!
You're linked!
I keep forgetting to sing while I pull the weeds. I like this :)
Clueless here... but really liked it. (and I tend not to love poetry.)
Recognized it immediately! Lovely!!
I am the worst at recognizing poems. But, I did recognize the beauty in this one.
Nice twist on an old favorite!
no i don't, but what a fabulous one this is!
You make weeding the garden sound like fun.
It's really lovely but I sure don't know who wrote the original. I hope all your weed pulling is done for a bit, although it sounded like a nice time actually.
And miles to go before I sleep...couplets & Frost=my faves. Bravo!
Robert Frost. I love your version, the pictures conjured up are so summery.
I don't recognize the poem (I'm awful with poetry) but Pseudo, this is LOVELY. I smiled the whole way through. :)
Yes, Frost my friend.
Lovely job!!
I love some Frost in the middle of the summer heat. That's a great idea, Pseudo.
Hope your weeding was as enjoyable.
Beautiful Pseudo.
jj
I must say, 22 years out of my English classes in college, I don't remember the name of this style. However, I loved it!
You did well, grasshoppa!
I am poetically challenged so no, I don't recognize the original poem. I LOVE yours, though.
NO clue but I love it!
And miles to go before I sleep?
Ok, I was going to guess Frost but someone beat me to it. Am I right?
Great poem.
So clever and creative!
I noticed the Frost poem "pattern", and I really love your version.
I can't name the poem, but I can relate to the peaceful summer afternoon weeding the garden. I do that a lot while my dog is sunbathing and my kid is playing in the sprinkler.
Wow-you make weeding sound good!
Don't think I've ever seen anyone who could make weeding seem so enjoyable a task but you did! Well played Pseudo! Well played!
My problem is I never studied poetry outside of a simple poetry class in college.
All the same, I like the second stanza with the dog. Reminds me of our dog who likes to "get his comfortable colour back" by rolling around in the grass.
Thanks for sharing,
You painted a picture. Love it!
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