Poetry Extended journal

I have never tried to write poetry before, in fact I have barely read poetry. I was very nervous in class when Ms. Mork told us we would have to write our own poem. But I took a shot at it, and it wasn't that bad. I decided to take a line out of Mary Oliver's poem, August. I tried to think of those perfect summer days, the days were you simple enjoy being outside as the backbone of my poem.

Summer Days

"When the blackberries hang swollen in the woods, in the brambles nobody owns"
(Oliver)
I lay sprawled out on the soft green grass,
watching the leaves of a giant oak
sway in the breeze.

The sun hangs lazy in the sky,
while white cotton candy clouds drift slowly across the mellow blue scene.

I close my eyes and hear
the soft chirps of tiny birds, jumping from tree to tree.

I lay sprawled out on the soft green grass,
with eyes closed, dozing into a light sleep.
Feeling perfectly content with the world.