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DAY 29 – NAPOWRIMO 2017 – “Snow”

Published 29th April 2017 by viewsofpreethib

Day 29 – And now for our (optional) prompt. Today, I’d like to challenge you to take one of your favorite poems and find a very specific, concrete noun in it. For example, if your favorite poem is this verse of Emily Dickinson’s, you might choose the word “stones” or “spectre.” After you’ve chosen your word, put the original poem away and spend five minutes free-writing associations – other nouns, adjectives, etc. Then use your original word and the results of your free-writing as the building blocks for a new poem.

My favorite poem is by Robert Frost called “Dust of Snow”.

Dust of Snow

The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree

Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.

– Robert Frost

Snow

In the movies I see,
Beautiful scenes,
And how I wish,
To see, feel, experience reality,
Covered in snow,
Are Trees with no leaves,
Benches are lonely,
Streets lights in night are shiny,
Lakes are frozen and icy,
People singing merrily,
Amazing ice skating,
Kids are playing,
Snowman’s at making,
Santa Claus is said to come from chimney,
The snow covered bridges are calling,
To see the sight of beauty,
The sight of white,
The snow,
Gives a mystic feeling…

(c) by Preethi.B

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A-Z Challenge: Banjo Paterson

Published 02nd April 2014 by viewsofpreethib

The poem Santa Claus by Banjo Paterson. We all do believe or atleast once in our life did believe in Santa Claus. No matter where we live, which caste, religion we belong but there is something special about Santa Claus that would bring a smile on our face no matter whats our age.

So a small try to bring a smile on your face with this poem which might bring back a lot of special memories that had taken place in your life.

Santa Claus

Halt! Who goes there? The sentry’s call
Rose on the midnight air
Above the noises of the camp,
The roll of wheels, the horses’ tramp.
The challenge echoed over all–
Halt! Who goes there?

A quaint old figure clothed in white,
He bore a staff of pine,
An ivy-wreath was on his head.
‘Advance, oh friend,’ the sentry said,
Advance, for this is Christmas night,
And give the countersign.’

‘No sign nor countersign have I,
Through many lands I roam
The whole world over far and wide,
To exiles all at Christmastide,
From those who love them tenderly
I bring a thought of home.

‘From English brook and Scottish burn,
From cold Canadian snows,
From those far lands ye hold most dear
I bring you all a greeting here,
A frond of a New Zealand fern,
A bloom of English rose.

‘From faithful wife and loving lass
I bring a wish divine,
For Christmas blessings on your head.’
‘I wish you well,’ the sentry said,
But here, alas! you may not pass
Without the countersign.’

He vanished–and the sentry’s tramp
Re-echoed down the line.
It was not till the morning light
The soldiers knew that in the night
Old Santa Claus had come to camp
Without the countersign.

  by Banjo Paterson