Friday, May 31, 2013
Haiku Friday: My Hometown
[Propaganda photo courtesy of Edina Badminton]
We are all from someplace, and live someplace. You might consider one or the other (or both) your hometown, or maybe someplace else you have lived holds that status in your heart. Sometime, somewhere, we all have a hometown, even if we get there late.
Let's haiku about that this week. I will go first:
The lake defined us
The edge of our existence
And taker of life.
Now you go... I think people can have some real fun with this. Just make it 5 syllables/7 syllables/5 syllables, more or less. All are welcome.
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The railroad came there.
Town that slept a desert sleep
Was first dubbed "hamlet."
The men tired,sweat-stained
Repaired to an old hotel
To sleep,feast at a
Carnal table.Town
Grew.No longer a hamlet
Became "Othello."
Shakespearean clown
Gave it "Desdemona Place"
"Macbeth Street." And then
Farmers came. Hired men
From Mexico,their wives and
Children. Soil responded.
It wasn't fancy--
But it was real.People knew
Your name there.You made
Your own fun.You worked
Hard.But eventually
You had to leave it.
Town that slept a desert sleep
Was first dubbed "hamlet."
The men tired,sweat-stained
Repaired to an old hotel
To sleep,feast at a
Carnal table.Town
Grew.No longer a hamlet
Became "Othello."
Shakespearean clown
Gave it "Desdemona Place"
"Macbeth Street." And then
Farmers came. Hired men
From Mexico,their wives and
Children. Soil responded.
It wasn't fancy--
But it was real.People knew
Your name there.You made
Your own fun.You worked
Hard.But eventually
You had to leave it.
Enfield Road, Red Bud
Trail, the Loop 360 Bridge.
Onward thru the fog!
-Robert Johnson
Trail, the Loop 360 Bridge.
Onward thru the fog!
-Robert Johnson
# posted by 
: 10:39 AM
: 10:39 AM
A city to the
farmers but really a town
on the prairie sea.
Cowboys, gamblers, risk-
takers found peace where the sky
overtakes the land.
It is no longer
my hometown but will always
be where I came from.
farmers but really a town
on the prairie sea.
Cowboys, gamblers, risk-
takers found peace where the sky
overtakes the land.
It is no longer
my hometown but will always
be where I came from.
Something in the wind
The snap of branches whipping
The way the sky roils
Churning grey and green.
Just before the tornado,
you can smell it come.
The snap of branches whipping
The way the sky roils
Churning grey and green.
Just before the tornado,
you can smell it come.
# posted by : 11:38 PM
: 11:38 PM
Chokio
Sioux word for half-way --
"Show-ki-oh." From where to where?
A prairie daughter
Lived ten miles from
Cho-ki-o, last two miles down
A rough gravel road.
Sign at the mailbox
Said “Dead End Road.” Made her feel
Forlorn each trip home.
Sioux word for half-way --
"Show-ki-oh." From where to where?
A prairie daughter
Lived ten miles from
Cho-ki-o, last two miles down
A rough gravel road.
Sign at the mailbox
Said “Dead End Road.” Made her feel
Forlorn each trip home.
Winter sky brightness
lights crest fallen blanket white
Rockey Mountain peaks
rise up, north nation's
jewel, a peaceful place sprung.
Kimberley - most high
lights crest fallen blanket white
Rockey Mountain peaks
rise up, north nation's
jewel, a peaceful place sprung.
Kimberley - most high
Verdant green, trees surround
Where the heart lies one finds home
Durham now holds roots
But in my past, so
many places, so many
memories and friends
Pass-a-Grille, Tampa
St. Petersburg and Grosse Pointe
In my heart as well
Like an inverted
tree, we begin with deep roots
Many branches grow
Where the heart lies one finds home
Durham now holds roots
But in my past, so
many places, so many
memories and friends
Pass-a-Grille, Tampa
St. Petersburg and Grosse Pointe
In my heart as well
Like an inverted
tree, we begin with deep roots
Many branches grow
Christine,
"Like an inverted
tree, we begin with deep roots
Many branches grow."
So beautiful said . . .
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"Like an inverted
tree, we begin with deep roots
Many branches grow."
So beautiful said . . .
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