Environment
Here we have poems about different environmental things unique to Maine.
Red Fall Glory
fresh red, with slight hues of a dappled green,
on a branch, it swings so gracefully there,
freshly ripe in indian summer scene;
macintosh the apple, perfectly fair.
the fresh and indulgent breezes go by,
nurturing nature, through and around me,
sweet grasses, dry leaves, scents give such a high.
leaves rustles, cicadas buzz symphony.
bitter sweet melodies sing soft to me.
drops of the supple juice drips from the fruit,
as i taste the taste that sets senses free
luscious tastes are one you shall not refute
a taste lingers on the tip of my tongue
its rich sweetness, to memory has clung
By (G.H.)
Shivering Severely Screaming Songs of Silence
hush
the wind speaks through the trees;
snow crumples down dead from the bows.
A lost, dried, crumpled, browned leaf blows shakily
as if it can understand
the petrifying cold.
Slicks of ice across the pavement.
a ghostly wind gently pushes his swing;
skin is pinched painfully as if he can feel it,
a purple gray blotches the skin.
Marks through the snow,
like foot prints on a beach;
only to be washed away
by waves of cutting air.
numbness and silence
fills the air with unbearable thunder.
Ears feel like bleeding,
with the cold ripping and blowing them apart.
If you've ever felt the loneliness
of sitting in a room
surrounded by many
but none to speak,
then you might barely understand
the screaming, frigid cold
unsettling loneliness
of the piercing, icy wind
whispering in your ears.
By (G.H.)
Maine's Winter Wonderland
Winter is my favorite time of year
This winter wonderland I see is all white
We always have a snowball fight
You have to wear a lot of snow gear.
When I fall, my friends come to help before I tear
Our snow gear we wear is so tight
Friends and family play into the night
Friends and family come from far and near.
Then we go inside and rest
We drink hot drinks and eat hot snacks
My friends and family are the best
Inside we put away our gear in sacks.
They were all wonderful guests
Next year I want my friends and family back.
By (S.U.)
The Snow Test
Snow is cold, snow is lonely, falling down
slowly, gentle, and calm, all is quiet,
life is still, the snow falling all around,
but snow also make’s people disquiet.
For snow can become harsh, the wind blowing
it around, the snow darting left and right,
the snow coming down hard, it is snowing
so fast, all that you can see is the white.
The snow has subsided, it’s work is showed,
it’s beauty is left, and the air is clean,
the world seems perfect, in its abode,
we work to pass it’s test like a machine.
When the world is cold, the will is warm,
and only the strong will overcome the storm.
by (J.B.)
Summer Sea Breeze
Summer in Maine can be pretty lame
When your inside all day, it’s hard to maintain,
The people around you bustle and shop
as the time ticks by with a tick and a tock,
But there’s that one day I love every year
that brings back my childhood I want you to hear,
We head down to Dairy Queen
get myself a small ice cream,
Then we go to Mosman park
but we like to go when it’s dark,
The dinghy's in the harbor chiming and rocking
sings like a lullaby wining and mocking,
The smell of the sea as it goes in and out
we like the sounds, and release all our doubt,
The seaweed smells of a musty old cloth
and has a texture like cold wet moss
The feeling of sorrow and sadness comes by
When we know that our parting will end with goodbye
We get in the car and head out for home
but I know it’ll be there when I need to roam
Summer in Maine can be pretty lame
When your inside all day, you’d feel the same.
by (E.M)
Snow
Snow is white.
Snow is cold.
Snow is wintery.
Snow can be old.
Snow can be wet,
Snow can be puffy,
Snow can be yellow,
and snow can be fluffy.
Snow can be dry,
and very fine.
Snow is unique,
Falling on every pine.
Each flake becomes different,
way up high.
Snow is beautiful,
But it can be sly.
Because when it blows hard enough,
it bites into your skin,
Sometime it comes down thick,
and sometimes it comes down thin.
Snow is like mini angels,
to cover the ground.
But snow can be dangerous,
in any shape it is found.
This poem is a message,
And a warning too.
If you decide to listen now,
you could just pull through.
Because snow can freeze you,
And blind you to your way back.
If you're stuck out in a blizzard,
It will cover your every track.
(C.E.)
Ocean
When you look out on the ocean
you see a big blue puddle of water.
If its windy you can see the ripples of water
like little waves.
And reflections from the sun,
with the schools of fish jumping out in the shallows,
with the crabs walking in the tide pools.
You smell the salt in the water.
On really cold days you can see steam roll of the water.
The warmest water is in the coves,
were the seals like to hang.
You can hear seagulls,
with the waves crashing off the rocks.
And the seals talk
By (D.M.)
Ocean
The Ocean is blue and wonderful,
It reflects light like a mirror,
The white waves crashing against the rocks, crash.
The warm sand between your toes,
As you look for sea glass on the beach.
Their is a rock that calls to you, saying “Skip me, skip me,”
You see the rock skip not once, not twice but three times.
The soothing sun massaging your back,
As you lay down to savor the moment,
Wading into the water as cool as ice.
Looking for crabs blending in with the seaweed,
Very big, never ending as far as the eye can see,
The Ocean is full of things to do and see,
The delights will always surprise you.
By (J.B.)
Christmas Tree
The cool crisp green of needles on a bough,
The resonant redolence of grand pine
I was completely uncertain ‘til now
This magnificent evergreen was mine.
Then strident thwacks of an axe pierced the air
I endured the pain for this tree, seeing
Vision it would be, swathed in lights with care
Gold, red, green balls adorning this being.
Many trees ev’ry year, serve this great role
To be loved by children and their parents
Peered under for presents with hopes no coal
Joy of the season the tree represents.
But people view the tree superficial
So now I’m left with one artificial.
By (H.P.)
Waters of Maine
The deep aqua blue, engulfs Maine’s shorelines
crashing waves, leaving some white aftermath
rocky cliffs and ocean water entwine
salty waters where lobster take a bath.
Where small crabs scuttle along rocky beach
without tropical fish or great white sharks
fishermen, rods ready with their sons they teach
dogs playing fetch in the water whom bark.
And lobster boat captains with scruffy beards
green slimy seaweed covers the blue water
waves swallowed up ships like they disappeared
money is made from fish that we slaughter.
Where fun times are had and memories are made
maybe you come here on your next crusade.
By (J.K.)
Maine's Winters
In this magnificent poem I have decided to write about Maine’s winters,
they are pretty bi-polar,
like what kind of weather will be thrown at us
and how badly the meteorologists mess up predictions.
Some days it will decide to snow on us
others it will rain,
some days it is 40º outside
others it is cold enough to cause pain!
When Mother Nature gives us snow,
there is no pattern,
“Oh I think I’ll drop 2 feet of snow today” she says,
“Tomorrow, half an inch!”.
Stupid Mother Nature
she needs to respect the people that want to know when they have to shovel!
By (T.W.)
More Then a Beach to Me
Close your eyes, and breathe in, the smell of ocean mist,
Crystal waters, sunken beneath such beauty that exists,
The rocky path is like a obstacle course, leading you to ocean,
Silent beauty, seagulls soaring, waves slowly in motion,
Polished glass, polished shells, don't forget smooth rocks,
The waves constant movement, is so relaxing, like a music box,
Laying a towel, upon the sand,
Listening to the sounds of nature, best that you can,
Against the rocks, slam recklessly, waves the rocks can’t handle,
The giant rocks, stand their ground, and take the waves rough play,
Nature surrounds you, in this peaceful place,
Fish swimming, splash, splash at there own pace,
The sun’s beaming brightly, hot against your skin,
Hop acrossed the steaming sand, your at the water, dive in!
By (A.D.)
Coyotes
The sound of their high pitched howl,
Piercing eardrums and quivering children,
The faces of these horrid dogs are fowl,
Making each of us reach for a friend.
And some one finds the courage to speak,
“We should scare them away from the house!”
You lean forward content to take a peek,
Your fear shrinking you to the size of a mouse.
Now the adults regain clear thought,
Putting on shoes to protect from the mud,
Each grabbing a spoon and pot,
Banging the kitchen ware together, thud, thud.
Soon the monsters leave your place,
Once again your home is safe.
By (J.W.)
Bus Stop
The crisp feel of snow crunching under foot,
Walking to the driveway end,
The path glittered with reused soot,
Down to the mail box for things to send.
Then we ponder our fate once we’ve begun to wait,
Soon we hear the blundering sound,
Relieved to know we were not late,
And , yes, we have been found.
The bus slides to a halt,
We are glad to see it stays,
The snow has turned to slush and salt,
The sliding door slips squeaking sideways.
Exhaling exhaust this yellow beast,
Walking ‘tween the rows to find a seat,
The cold has left a soft stench,
Shuffling, shuffling, shuffling feet,
Now sitting with my friend on this padded bench.
By (J.W.)
Snow in Maine
When the snow first falls, it is light and fluffy
Its hits the ground and slowly it will gather
Until it gets four feet tall and very puffy
Not very tall, these hills don’t matter
Now they are getting very high
This snow is difficult to manage
I Think it is becoming a real bad guy
Even with a plow, you still have a disadvantage
The Snow is now in piles
Very fun to jump in
lots of kids and lots of smiles
If you trudge in the snow your up to your shin
Very soon it will be melt
Off all the skin and pelt.
By (P.H.)
The sun sparkles off the ocean,
Shining like a firefly in the night.
Overcoming your senses like a love potion,
Lifting you, letting your mind take flight.
A salty aroma drifts slowly to your nose,
Whispering as if it was calling your name.
The waves, so frigid lap over your toes,
Laughing, enticing you to join their wonderful, wonderful game.
The soft sand soothes your feet,
The sun shines down brilliantly, beating on your back,
It seems as if its saying “don’t I make you complete?”
The wind barking happily, like a wolf joining it’s pack.
A tide pool reflects your image, which smiles back at you,
The memories of the ocean stick in your mind,
They make you beam light whenever you are blue,
Some things come and go, but the ocean is one of a kind.
By (Z.B.)
Sunset At The Beach
The wonderment of the beach.
The rocks sculpted smoothly at the wave’s fingertips.
The silken, brilliant palette of colors carefully
placed against the horizon;
A decadent soup of boiling, blazing broth; just waiting to be tasted.
The fine, smooth seeds of sand, embracing your feet with warmth and
compassion.
The brisk, salty air rushing at your face caressing it, whispering in your ear.
telling you a secret.
The crisp, royal blue ocean.
Waves with their milky white tips tumbling over one another, like a
ceaseless game of leap frog.
The mountains, so grand and mighty.
With their supremacy and dominance,
rising above the sea in a jeweled throne of trees and pine nettles.
A seat fit for a king.
Such beauty, in such an unfathomable place.
A place for clouds to gaze and marvel.
A place for stars to believe in it’s significance,
In this small world.
By (B.H.)