Walking the dog, lost in the mist

by | Sep 26, 2012 | Creative Writing, Proper Poetry, Seasons | 0 comments

Walking the dog out in the wood,
my head was well under my hood.
Leaves underfoot, frost in the air,
in a day dream, without a care,
I was kicking up leaves, oblivious of fog
descending the hills while I was walking the dog.

Each step I took, there’d be a tree
with arms reached out to capture me.
Mystical faces, gnarled and dark,
peered from the trunks, carved in the bark,
contorted creatures with strange eyes that seemed to look
back at me curiously as each step I took.

There was no sound, no sun, no breeze,
I was spellbound by magic trees.
Each tree had a live persona
and its own cosmic corona.
Arms open wide they beckoned to me and my hound,
as if they were calling us, but there was no sound.

Sylvian Sage, so wise, so old,
how many tales you could have told!
Many centuries you’ve stood tall
shedding your leaves, every fall.
How solid is your trunk in your infinite age,
with its mystical carvings, oh Sylvian Sage!

You mighty oak, with branches wide,
where squirrels find acorns to hide.
Birds build nests way up in your heights;
you shelter owls out here at nights.
You have rescued our people from getting a soak,
as they shelter from rain under you, mighty oak.

Venerable oak, your tough boughs
have sheltered man, our sheep and cows.
You’ve watched life change throughout each age,
you’ve stood there strong while wild storms rage,
protecting those who are weak and vulnerable.
Oh dignified, noble oak, so venerable!

From in my dream I then awoke
I said farewell to the old oak
and sought the path that I had crossed
then realised that I was lost.
I listened in vain for the meandering stream
that I had wandered far away from in my dream.

Lost in the mist, deep in the wood,
but it seemed my dog understood.
He took the path that led us back,
until I recognised the track.
The clever lad had remembered each turn and twist,
while I was deep in daydream, and lost in the mist.



Creative Writing September Homework:-
A Wrapped Refrain – created by Jan Turner consists of 2 or more stanzas of 6 lines each; Meter: 8,8,8,8,12,12 and Rhyme Scheme: a,a,b,b,c,cRefrain rule: In each stanza, the first 4 syllables (or 4 single-syllable words) in the first line must be the last 4 syllables (or 4 single-syllable words) at the end of the last line. This is what wraps each stanza with a repeated refrain …thus, the Wrapped Refrain. Optional: The first stanza refrain and last stanza refrain can be joined (or loosely joined) together for the title of the poem.

Submitted to Helium.com 11.10.2012