"Stepping Stones"
By Christian Meier
It has become a regular event,
His annual trek up the bluff.
It looks out over the big lake.
Cook family used to farm up there.
Piles of their efforts remain.
Stone reminders of straining
against the seasons.
He walks there every Autumn.
Wraps Himself in its majestic
multi-colored slide show.
Quaffs deeply its
cool distilled air---
a final night cap
prior to Winter's relentless darkness.
He harvests stepping stones here.
Carries them back down the hill.
Sets each back into the warm earth with care,
inscribing a circular pathway around His family,
His home.
"This poem is rooted in the woods, hills, lakes, creatures, and people I experience daily. It reveals the faint outlines of this place I call home."
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"Lion's Teeth"
By Michele Regenold
Jagged leaves
Like lion's teeth
Lie flat against the ground.
Flowers bloom
Like yellow pins
Stuck deep in cushioned mounds.
Overnight
The sunny parts
Will change to puffy rounds.
Breathe in deep
Then blow out hard
To make the seeds take flight.
Watch them close.
They spread their wings,
And sprout where they alight.
"The word 'dandelion' actually comes from the French which means lion's teeth. This poem for kids was inspired by the prolific dandelions that grew in my yard back in Iowa."
