Scenic Poems
Jack Frosting
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
In the bitter cold I can see my breath,
As the snowflakes cool my hot cheeks,
Gently settling in my clothes and hair.
I am headed to the car with a cake.
There'll be a festive party tonight!
My boots glide into the powdery fluff;
And I wonder if it'll ever stop snowing!
The evening sun is setting so very red;
And I can hear the whistle of a bird.
The night will be filled with laughter;
......
The Secrets of the Forest
by Karen Swanson
Eagles soaring high, appreciating the beauty below from the sky like no one else can see, marveling at all of it's scenic tranquility.
Rolling hills, rippling lakes, the peak of autumn colors amongst the towering trees creates a sense of security. A cascading waterfall along a jagged cliff causes a serene mist as it descends into the smooth shoreline. Babbling brooks twist and turn winding up and down around the rolling ground. Morning wakes and sprinkles the foliage with dew to make it fresh. The woods are revived again to greet their guests.
( option. Line.. the trees spread their branches for their guest)
The sweet scent of freedom is in the air, the animals live here without a care. Hearing them talking in their own unique languages, that only they can understand, their special bond is far above the intelligence of man.
Owls screeching, wolves howling in synchronicity, patter of critter's paws, quips and squawks from hawks are heard throughout the land along the rustling of falling leaves. The soft flutter of birds wings, listen closely and hear the songs they sing,
Cubs in their dens, the morning sunlight awakens them. Hidden eyes observing from afar, watching their intriguing world wander around.
As the sun sets, the air chills, the wind may blow, but no one will know until they feel it stir, some animals rest other rise, night time is when many of them come alive.
A golden sunset casts a glow, A slivery moon shimmers on a lake and presents an aura of calmness. The quietness of the woods instills a sense of peacefulness to all that live there.
......
The Secrets of the Forest
by Karen Swanson
Eagles soaring high, appreciating the beauty below from the sky like no one else can see, marveling at all of it's scenic tranquility.
Rolling hills, rippling lakes, the peak of autumn colors amongst the towering trees creates a sense of security. A cascading waterfall along a jagged cliff causes a serene mist as it descends into the smooth shoreline. Babbling brooks twist and turn winding up and down around the rolling ground. Morning wakes and sprinkles the foliage with dew to make it fresh. The woods are revived again to greet their guests.
( option. Line.. the trees spread their branches for their guest)
The sweet scent of freedom is in the air, the animals live here without a care. Hearing them talking in their own unique languages, that only they can understand, their special bond is far above the intelligence of man.
Owls screeching, wolves howling in synchronicity, patter of critter's paws, quips and squawks from hawks are heard throughout the land along the rustling of falling leaves. The soft flutter of birds wings, listen closely and hear the songs they sing,
Cubs in their dens, the morning sunlight awakens them. Hidden eyes observing from afar, watching their intriguing world wander around.
As the sun sets, the air chills, the wind may blow, but no one will know until they feel it stir, some animals rest other rise, night time is when many of them come alive.
A golden sunset casts a glow, A slivery moon shimmers on a lake and presents an aura of calmness. The quietness of the woods instills a sense of peacefulness to all that live there.
......
Jack Frosting
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
In the bitter cold I can see my breath,
As the snowflakes cool my hot cheeks,
Gently settling in my clothes and hair.
I am headed to the car with a cake.
There'll be a festive party tonight!
My boots glide into the powdery fluff;
And I wonder if it'll ever stop snowing!
The evening sun is setting so very red;
And I can hear the whistle of a bird.
The night will be filled with laughter;
......
