(April Post)

     I listened to the poem "Fall" by Edward Hirsch. I like the way he described the way the leaves changed colors and fell, along with the push of the autumn wind. On a personal level, I love that he chose to use a Golden Retriever in the poem.

My Poem:

Ashes rained down from the heavens.

The blanket of snow that covered the earth,

Now facing the heat of a hearth

Darkened at the touch of destruction.

Outside the city wall,

Blazing flames combed through the trees.

The forest, once lush and free,

Darkened at the touch of destruction.

Mother nature cried a desperate cry.

Her loyal subject, whom she loved so dearly,

Were left with a fate ever so dreary.

As they too

Darkened at the touch of destruction.

I feel kinda sad after writing this, now. 

Don't kill trees, guys.