Guidelines

Guidelines: (1) Include your name, the title of your original poem, and a brief comment about yourself; (2) Poems may be in any language (please include an English translation); (3) Poems may not violate Nicolet's Social Media Guidelines; (4) Original poems may be submitted anonymously; (5) Submit poems to Ocie Kilgus (okilgus@nicoletcollege.edu). Students who submit original poems are eligible for the Best Original Poem contest. The student with the best poem will be awarded the Ron Parkinson Poetry Matters Student Scholarship Award in the amount of $300. The community member with the best poem will receive dinner for two at Church Street Inn, Hazelhurst. Upon the closing of the Poetry Project, a faculty committee will select the winning poems. The winners of the contest will be recognized at Nicolet College's Award Ceremonies on May 10.

Monday, April 27, 2015

April 27, 2015

No new poetry submission by students for today’s posting.

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“Grampa and Me on Spring Break”
By Betty Sorensen White

Dear Grandson, won't you come and spend this special day with me?
We'll explore forgotten places......a-maze at each discovery
We'll wander through the fields new green, 
we'll feel the freshened breeze
We'll listen for the buzzing of the busy bumblebees

My walking stick I'll keep at hand; your old dry branch works well
No matter if the ground gets rough, our journey will be swell
We'll stroll like country gentlemen, we'll celebrate the spring
Up and down and all around...........a season on the wing

Over at the new-thawed stream, we'll watch the minnows free
Each one darting, dancing, flaunting, like a gleeful escapee
We'll reach in and try to capture some before they get away
But they'll slip right through our fingers like an overused cliché

We'll sit down on the bank, and bare our feet for just a dip
The sunshine on our shoulders will make warm our fellowship
As we listen for our winged friends to tune up for the show
We'll be ready for the concert, just the two of us, below

We'll pick a nice wide blade of grass to hold between our thumbs
We'll blow a blast so curious that every creature comes
There'll be daddy birds with twigs and mud: 
(construction on the fly)
While mother birds are practicing their newborn's lullaby

We'll attend the GRAND-est opening of buds on Cherry Lane
On a pussywillow lei, we'll drape a dandelion chain
A parade of squirrels and hoppy hares will follow us in line
The wind will whistle "Happy Spring" and Mr. Sun will shine

When daddy longlegs join the march, and caterpillars cruise
We'll know that all of nature has now heard the joyous news
That "Spring's arrived"; the "Earth's revived"
and "everybody gets high-fived"!

'Twill be a day we tuck into our memory banks locked tight
A day we'll keep remembering with shivers of delight
When daylight fades and Mother Nature turns the moonlight on
Upon the porch we'll find our rest 
and breathe our most contented yawn