My daughter Hannah suggested this challenge for our family. She wants to try writing more poetry, and she's hoping that this challenege will get her into the habit.
She, my daughter Emma, and I are all doing the challenge. Today is Day 3.
3. Mimic a poem after one of your favorites, following punctuation and line breaks, but surrounding an original idea.
Source: The Hollow Men by T.S. Elliot
Note: This is a very LONG poem. I didn't do nearly all of it.
My Empty Boots
Mistah Burton-he pioneer
Wish I could afford more his gear.
I
These are my hollow boots
This is my stuffed board
Leaning together
Filling my closet. Alas!
My useless bindings, when
My stuff sits together
Quite quiet and useless
The snow blows outside
But my stuff still stuffs my closet
In our storage cellar
Boots without feet, Board without motion,
Innanimate objects, tools without adventure;
Those who have been
On the lift, to the top of the Mountain
Remember looking down below
Adventure awaits, but only
For stuffed boots
For stuffed bindings.
II
My eyes dream to look upon
That great snow kingdom
Where fresh pow doth appear:
There, the whales are
Scattered across a broken trail
There, with powder bumping up
And tracks laid
Through fresh snow laid
In bowls across the mountain
Below the backside lift.
Let me be so much nearer
To that snow's dream kingdom
Where I can wear
Mr. Burton's gear
Ski coat, helmet, heavy pants
Off the lift
Flying as the wind takes me
Now flying-
Now comes powder day
In that great snow kingdom
III
This is the mountain land
These are the back bowls
Here the forgotten trails
Are discovered, here we stoke
And praise the coming of winter's gift
Under the bluebird skies of a perfect day.
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