Here is a poem I wrote.


Madronas hung precariously along the bluff in irregular fashion.

They shed their bark like creamy butter, rolling from a knife,

And fall as rotten apples to the ground.

Brittle leaves, once vibrant and glossy,

Crumble like dry, caked mud,

Tumbling into the pile of defecation.

The earth embraced their warmth,

As worms danced in a comical masquerade,

Forming compost around the trunks.

Their lives sustained,

The branches caress the dirt,

And buds sprout from their limbs.

Clad in newly grained burnt-orange bark,

Green leathery leaves emerge,

And white pyramid flowers blossom.

The Madronas have

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Their heads bobbing up and down,

Doves peck the ground,

Resembling sewing machine needles,

Eager for fallen seeds.

Squirrels climb the pole

And hang upside down,

Stretching to reach the sunflower seeds.

Little birds flutter round,

Red-headed finches, wrens, and dark-headed chick-a-dees,

Inching their way to feed,

on the variety of seeds.

But woe to the keeper

That plucks the empty shells from the ground

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of the scattered seeds.

Terza rima Poetry

A Terza rima is a form of poetry with a rhyming verse stanza consisting of an interlocking 3-line rhyme scheme. The end word of second line to supply rhyme for first and third lines. Here is my example:

They rose from the dead

like gorgeous towers

in brilliant blue, yellow, and red.

Oh, they have such powers

to strike love in my heart

with the sight of their blooming flowers.

I hate to see them part,

For it seemed they just got here.

So, I’ll take them to the mart

and everyone will peer

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before they’re gone for another year.

Mother Mt. Rainer

Here is a poem I wrote. In Washington state, Mt. Rainer can be seen from many directions.

Mother mountain towers over all

And watches her wide expanse of land.

Aspens in riches of gold and orange,

Yellow-leafed beeches and giants of evergreens

Cover the hills and valleys of her domain.

Waterfalls tumble from her crevices of rock

And splash the carpet of burgundy below,

Until it flows into the river main.

Her flock gathers at her hem.

Elk, deer, rabbit, and bear at her feet

And birds-of-prey circle a halo above her.

Bigfoot’s call wavers on the wind,

Hidden in Mother’s folds,

Yet deep he pressed his feet into her mud.

Magnificent is Mother’s beauty,

Yet she suffers through summer’s heat

And winter’s sorrows,

But stays strong through it all,

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Nature Writing

Try sitting outside and just listen. What sounds do you hear? Are there birds singing? Do you hear traffic and if so, can you distinguish the sounds? Write everything down on a piece of paper or a journal. What do you feel? Is the wind blowing? Is it raining? Do you feel the warmness of the sun? What about smells? Can you smell the scent of spring? If you’re near the ocean, can you taste the salt in the air?

I recommend this lesson for any writer. This is a great stress reliever as well as clearing the mind.  Sometimes writers get stuck in the middle of their writing and think, now  what?  This might help.

Look at your notes. Use all five of  your senses to set the stage for your stories. It makes a better setting and draws the reader in.