I wrote this poem attempting to emulate the style of Theodore Roethke, specifically his poem “My Papa’s Waltz”. The inspiration of this poem was a camping trip and a hike me and my friends went on a couple of years ago. I used Roethke’s ABAB rhyme scheme and attempted to keep a similar meter. I also used the same style of syntax seen in “My Papa’s Waltz”, by using two lines of a stanza as one sentence. I attempted to convey the sense of wonder and nature I felt while on the trip, and I think this is best captured in the first stanza. “The pine trees towered over me, like a human to an ant.” I had to include this because even after all the years I can still remember how small I felt, yet I was in awe of the tree’s size. I then once again slightly exaggerated by saying, “I cut through brush with a machete avoiding any carnivorous plant.” I included the carnivorous plant part because while I was thinking about the trip, I remembered how much of an adventure it felt like. …show more content…
This theme I felt matched Roethke’s poem “My Papa’s Waltz” sense of his adolescent mind clouding what may have been actually occurring. I continued this theme when I wrote, “It dashed behind a vegetation veil; I ran after it with great persistence”. I used of the phrase “vegetation veil” to produce a jungle type image in the reader’s head, I did this to continue the nostalgic viewpoint, and to add more imagery to the poem. In the final stanza, I chase the faux deer around a corner, and I find a raging waterfall. I actually did find a rather large waterfall on the trip; that was not an exaggeration. I described this waterfall as a “godsend” and a “prize”, because after hiking for so long on this excursion we finally found something worthwhile. I remember hitting a second wind of sorts; the waterfall satisfied my hunger for adventure and
The speaker of the poem walks through a reaping setting, alone. Lee uses the image of a bird who flies quickly away before the speaker can catch glimpse of it: “I turn, a cardinal vanishes”. This matches the memory that the speaker rekindles from earlier that morning, when his deceased father’s image seems to appear within the trees, and disappear again just as his child draws near. Lee beautifully uses concrete language to portray the picture, specifically the throbbing emptiness when the vision is substituted by a “shovel…in the flickering, deep green shade” (18-19). The sad, uncanny sensation showed by the event creates the lonely, sorrowful mood of the
Peighton Senges The Colors of The Crescent Trail As I stepped out into the crisp,chilly air from the warmth of my mom’s Trailblazer, I had only two things on my mind: I think I might get hypothermia and I really hope that my dog doesn't eat a squirrel. Underneath my feet the hard gravel crunched as I made my way over to the worn path on which the sun cast beams of light that danced through sun bleached leaves of gold, ruby reds, and bold oranges. It all seemed too quiet except for the steady panting of my dog along the trail.
Loud bickering traveled through the wind as the previously generous man demanded the return of his food. Gompo had shared his sampa and butter wishing to lighten his load and now with no food along with freezing weather the regret boiled up in trenches. “Ado [hey]! You better share with me! “ Gompo stomped around the camp saying, “ Please please please” to one person while turning around and demanding from another his reparations “Remember the sampa I shared with you.
I stand tall like the pines surrounding me, my body craving the sun, hoping to feel the warmth of the rays on my skin while the presence of the forest engulfs me. As the mountain chickadees begin their daily call, I feel the mountain air fill my lungs bringing me back home with each inhale. A slight breeze tugs at my hair and sends my soul tumbling to the worn trails leading back to the days I spent growing with my family in the wilderness. My parents first met in college while working at REI, they got engaged on a backpacking trip, were married in the sawtooths, and spent their honeymoon biking across southwestern Washington. When I was nine months old they took me on my first bikepacking trip; I rode behind them in a canary yellow trailer,
When I read this poems, it actually does not bring up a lot of memories.. But the fact that two crosses layed next to each other, with their owners laying underneath, hand in hand, made me think of lovers dieing together, and lying in rest together, in a graveyard. It brings sadness as well as happiness when I see husband and wife lying together in death. My grandparents tributes on my father's side were set together. When my grandpa dies, my family planted a tree for him in a park, and put a bench next to it for his memory.
We walked two miles down a long curvy dirt trail riddled with pine trees, armadillos burrowing through the leaves, and the prettiest cardinals I had ever seen. The pine scent filled my nose. It smelled
In lines 7 and 8, the speaker describes how "We stepped over the barbed wire into the pasture; / Where they have been grazing all day, alone. / They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness. " These descriptions of the setting illustrate the speaker's deep appreciation for the natural world and how it inspires
This poem takes place in what seems to be a forest, filled with animals. This is supported in the first line of the poem when Jeffers describes, “The deer were bounding like blown leaves”. Blown leaves are usually moving in the same direction very closely. The deer is moving live blown leaves in order to escape the fire that was behind them. “I thought of the smaller lives that were caught” is what Jeffers says as he or the narrator describes what is transcribing in front of them.
Once we made it back to the shore, I was still in a daze, trying to justify how Mother Nature has managed to make something so beautiful and I was able to witness it. In conclusion, it was arguably one of the best excursions I have been on and truly a once in a lifetime experience. I will always feel inspired by this place and it should be one of the natural wonders of the world. It’s definitely a place that everyone should experience and we were fortunate enough to do
The theme of the poem gives the impression of being removed from the novel. But once the poems have been separated by the layers, it has become clear that the poem is not written about nature but instead there is a hidden message
Nature: Sprouting Past Man’s Control In Andrew Marvell’s “The Mower’s Song”, the protagonist utilizes his relationship to the meadows to symbolize the suffering he undergoes when his romantic interest presumably denies him. Although Marvell never explicitly states what his love interest does to crush his romantic aspirations, his reference to the role between the mower and the meadow serves as the perfect representation of his internal well-being. However, the poem strays beyond the simple conveyance of unrequited love: the mower’s comparison to the meadow’s flourishment serves to emphasize the mower’s struggle to manipulate the meadow, and thus nature. By detailing the mower’s misfortune with love, Marvell portrays nature’s constancy in relation to humanity’s ever-changing nature. While at times nature seems to be in accord with the narrator’s inner thoughts and mood, there are times when the narrator’s stability is not as unwavering as nature.
Hi Alexandra! I really like how you described how rhyme, rhythm, and tone are intertwined. It 's interesting to consider that they all have a close relationship and contribute to the poem 's impact on a reader. I completely agree with your analysis on the repetition used in the poem. Repeating specific words definitely added emphasis and made the poem 's message clear.
The boys fished from early dawn till the afternoon, while the rest of us lazed around the campsite reading and occasionally walking around the campgrounds. I can still smell the smoke from the campfire and hear the remnants of the guitar playing softly in the background from our evening dinners. One morning we decided that we would visit Yosemite National Park seeing as my sisters never been. Now if you’ve ever gone to Yosemite through Tioga pass you’ll know that some parts of the road seem like an imminent fall to the ground thousands of feet below. Now add to that, actual snow along the road and fog that almost completely blocks out any visibility of cars in front of you, it was a bit daunting.
I wished time would slow down again, like it did when I was tubing, so I could stay there in that moment forever and bask in the glory of mother nature’s artwork. But I knew it wouldn’t last forever, it was getting late, my family was getting ready to head back to the docks. I took one last glance at the glorious view, and climbed
Similarly, Meehan’s poem ‘The Sycamores Contract with the Citizens’ confronts this aspect of linking memory with nature. The narrator is reminiscing of a previous time ‘When you were a child’ (line 5) It’s interesting to see how the subject matter of this poem is so similar to Heaney’s ‘Canopy’ but also contrasts in many ways. The reference to 'common tools ' (line 9) in Meehan’s poem, she suggests how they are living in the past, ‘nobody fool enough / to try and improve’ (lines 11-12).