My own personal poetry?

And don't forget Rob, she can spell! Fife is a bored man right now.

I'll never fill my ticket quota hangin' around with Annie.

Ya'll are keeping me in stitches!
Thank you for your high praise, but I have to admit that I am a terrible speller most of the time, I rely on Openoffice to catch the goofs.

Rob wrote:

I'll never fill my ticket quota hangin' around with Annie.

Oh, so you now have to fulfil a quota?

I got her, I got her, I got her!

Annie K Ingalls wrote:

you high praise

Ahh, sometimes it's good to be me.

Aviva

When sullen skies of inky grey
Turn soft with golden light
When sleepy hills in misty spray
Grow green with morn's delight
And gnarled arms of ancient men
Remove their wintry sheet
To hear the fair melodious den
Of Skylark's song of greet
Then will that glorious maiden come
In gold of palest hue
To tell the world spring has begun
And every day is new!

-K. Anne Goodrich

Summer

The golden locks upon the earth
Transform the wondrous day
When Bounty overspills with mirth
The pastures fill with hay
Thus Summer comes again to town
With Harvest in her wake
Then children lay upon the down
And wait for day to break
The favorite time for young and old
To hark to ancient tales
Of dragons, fairies and the bold
Until the sun sets sail.

-K. Anne Goodrich

I have two more Autumn and Winter, but apparently I haven't put them on my computer yet. Go figure!

Rob wrote:

I got her, I got her, I got her!

Annie K Ingalls wrote:

you high praise

Ahh, sometimes it's good to be me.

You better watch it, buddy; I'm a deputy sheriff too! Boots, badge and all! I will be one for the rest of the week...for Vacation Bible School!

*gasp!* Not the VBS!

Lovely poems, Annie!

Oh yeah? Remember the Constable is the highest authority.

Rob wrote:

*gasp!* Not the VBS!

Lovely poems, Annie!

Hahaha! Yep the dreaded VBS! Surrounded by little kiddies for an entire week.
Thanks again for the lovely remarks.

*Note: I edited my misspelled word*

Sorry Annie, Fife lures you with sweet words and compliments so you have to watch him.
This should inspire you to write a poem for him. Alot should rhyme with Fife.....

alexczarn wrote:

Oh yeah? Remember the Constable is the highest authority.

Actually, the constable has approximately the same authority as a deputy according to legal definitions of the position:

"A constable has the status of peace officer, a person designated by public authority to maintain the peace and arrest persons guilty or suspected of crime. The constable must yield to the superior authority of a sheriff, the chief executive and administrative officer of a county, where a conflict exists concerning jurisdiction."

Plus, we mustn't forget....



I'd posted a comment for you yesterday, Annie, but I see that it's missing - and I wanted to thank you for sharing your poems with us. They're beautiful.

Constable and the sheriff are about the same thing.-Andy Taylor.

Of course, Andy Taylor is fictitious, and law books aren't. But this thread is supposed to be devoted to Annie's lovely poetry.

After an incredibly long absence from this forum, I am back (just like the bad penny lol).

I'm having computer issues at the moment and I cannot see anyones pictures, avatars, siggies you name it! I can't even see the emotioncons. Computers, ya gotta love 'em! *Rolls eyes*

Anyways, here is another poem that I uploaded to my computer a few weeks ago, enjoy!

Upon the Path

I wander down a path of dust
And out and down the lane
It beckons me to come and trust
Its whispers through the rain

Through wooded dell and waterfall
And meadows filled with flowers
The forest birds with merry calls
Greet morning April showers

I pass the cottage of the wise
And run through fields of folly
I watch the gentle sun arise
And wonder at the holly.

I wander now on darker ways
With stealthy steps I tread
The shadows loom without a ray
No pillow for my head

Yet every valley dark with night
Must sooner pass away
And with the sudden come of light
My feet won't go astray

I hasten down familiar paths
Of memories and dreams
I laugh at newly sprung up grass
And unexpected streams

Though I have yet to see the end
Where this old path will lead
I strain to see around the bend
And listen to the breeze

Love it!

Very Nice i like Poetry I'll share a little piece i can't take the credit though

there once was a girl from nantucket

Hey, maybe I'll try my hand at poetry, too.

"There once was a girl from Regina..."

Ah, never mind. A guy can only take so many pans.

Wow i have't felt the pan in a while (Rob you must be dizzy all the time lol)

What about this one


I have never seen a purple cow
I never hope to see one
But I can tell you anyhow,
I’d rather see, than be one.

JW wrote:

Wow i have't felt the pan in a while (Rob you must be dizzy all the time lol)

What about this one


I have never seen a purple cow
I never hope to see one
But I can tell you anyhow,
I’d rather see, than be one.

Anyways....

Annie!

Okay, I'm back!!! Here's one I wrote about one of my favourite movies The Last of the Mohicans. Kinda dumb, but I like the characters...Enjoy!

Only the Wind Knows

Here I lie beneath the sheet
Of sifting fallen leaves
And only the wind knows
Only the wind...and thee

I feared thee once upon a time
Feared on the day we met
And only the wind knows
Only the wind...and me

But that soon changed within my soul
When my soul warmed to thee
Now only the wind knows
Only the wind...and me

I loved thee, Uncas, dearly so
But couldn't show 't to thee
And only the wind knows
Only the wind...and me

I knew 't 'neath the waterfall
when thou clung fast to me
Now only the wind knows
Only the wind...and me

The water rushed above our heads
And thou clung fast to me
Now only the wind knows
Only the wind...and we

I felt thy heartbeat 'neath my hand
Thy hand upon my hair
And only the wind knows
Only the wind...and we

When Magua took me from the falls
My heart feared much for thee
But only the wind knows
Only the wind...and me

Yet still I knew thou'd come for me
Thou'd come and set me free
Now only the wind knows
Only the wind...and me



I hoped upon the mountain top
Hoped much to be set free
But only the wind knows
Only the wind...and thee

And then thou came I saw thee there
Thou not so far from me
Now only the wind knows
Only the wind...and we

I saw love burning in thy eyes
Burning there for me
Now only the wind knows
Only the wind...and we

Thou fought and many braves did fall
Beneath thy knife and gun
Yet only the wind knows
Only the wind...and we

Thou fought with Magua on the stone
He struck thee o'er and o'er
Now only the wind knows
Only the wind...and we

Our eyes locked long over the space
Locked long thine eyes on me
And only the wind knows
Only the wind...and we

Then Magua snatched thee from my heart
Tearing my heart from me
And only the wind knows
Only the wind...and me

He flung thee o'er the mountain's edge
And my slain heart with thee
Now only the wind knows
Only the wind...and me

The mountains echoed back thy voice
Back thy voice to me
Now only the wind knows
Only the wind...and me

I gazed upon the depths below
And grief didst beckon me
Though only the wind knows
Only the wind...and me

Magua held his hands outstretched
His hands outstretched for me
And only the wind knows
Only the wind...and he

I turned my head away from him
Away my head from he
Now only the wind knows
Only the wind...and he

I looked my last upon that world
Upon that misery
And only the wind knows
Only the wind...and me

I leapt from off that wondrous height
Leapt off to follow thee
Now only the wind knows
Only the wind...and me

Long time I fell within the depths
Long time I fell to thee
But only the wind knows
Only the wind...and me

Now here I'll lie beside my love
by thee eternally
And only the wind knows
Only the wind
Only the wind...and thee.

~K.A. Goodrich

Rob wrote:

Annie!

Hey!

JW wrote:

Wow i have't felt the pan in a while (Rob you must be dizzy all the time lol)

What about this one


I have never seen a purple cow
I never hope to see one
But I can tell you anyhow,
I’d rather see, than be one.

Welcome back Annie!