scribbler
Mar 11, 2013

MARCH 11

Sixty three times I have seen
deep winter fade to ides of March
leaving behind hints of green
in forests among the oaks and larch.

And I have planted many trees
now grown tall and wide for shade
so large they hardly show light breeze.
I've made young woods of open glades.

For three score and then three springs
wild lands have bloomed before my eyes
plum trees, briers and other things
beneath the deep blue southern skies.

Summers passed in the same number
deep green in the haze of heat
with afternoons just fit for slumber
when life displays a lazy beat.

I've seen the autumn woods ablaze
when harvest colors quilt the land
and first cold winds make puddles glaze
as each flock forms a shifting band.

I've raised a family and known love
seen both failures and success.
How many more moons will I see above?
Far fewer than I've seen I guess.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: Had to update this due to time's passage lol

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: South Carolina, United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Frost

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Ian.T

Ian.T

12 years 1 month ago

As usual you are seeing the reality of the things you have done, a tree planted achieving maturity, a love that has lasted the years.
A complete picture as always from your quill, I think that from the way you write a Porcupine would last for ever having loaned you one of its quills lol. Great words there Stan
Take care out there and know that there are some that touch you, as the brushwood sheaf, Yours Ian.T

S

Thank you. For taking time to read and such kind comment and for spotting that Damned Typo lol............stan

Geezer

Only someone like the Scribbler could write one like this! I loved your rhyme and the rhythm is great, just one little place that I hesitate. [The autumn woos? ] ~ Gee

S

Woos........lmao.....a funny typo! Appreciate the spot. Marh 11 refers to my birthday as the poem is also supposed to. Reckon I am too obscure..............stan ......woos ..lol

loved

loved

12 years 1 month ago

A very happy 59th Birthday friend, Piscean today

Born on 11 March
of the year 1954 of our Lord,
gives the total number of 24 =six,
to friend Stan,
who is on this site our poetic man….

God bless you with subtler poetry
as those who have a Venus-ion number,
create lovely history,
no not mystery
but with all sincerity poetry
which is a unique Stanly creativity.

More later, as many more moons come your way,
don't forget to count the blue ones friend you may
and must longer stay

So once again
a very Happy Birthday...

loved

ninety will be read and treated as nineteen
with doses of Viagra in between
what of testosterone will one say
or estrogen to with women's life play..

men will never die
and they will have to invent a switch
you know why
when everything is cup full
the human cask will be hopeful

but still man would think of another life elsewhere
in the vast universe discovered some where
till then abide with me

and sing a happy song
along with destiny..

Rula

Rula

12 years 1 month ago

I agree with others. The closing lines are fabulous.

I've raised a family and known love
 seen both failures and success
 how many more moons will I see above?
 far fewer than I've seen I guess.

 I wish you'd see more moons than you've already seen..  

S

One hundred fifty years.........now that would be nice but only if healty years. But if it just extends time's decay, I think I'd pass lol...........Besides, who could possibly stand my being around that long?.........stan

Race_9togo

Live another life's worth full of love and health and wonder, my friend.

Eumolpus

relax, you have like 2 good years left...

(only kidding!!! maybe 3..)

plenty of time before we have to have to buy the fruit ripe (thank you, George Burns)

S

I managed to write this in a manner that I can update it by just changing age without messing it up. But be assured it was an accidental thing not planned lol. Good Year..........nawwww I'm not going to tell you about the tire company which recycled condoms to make tires. It took 365 condoms to make one tire. They called their tire good year...............I'm now ducking behind comp screen to dodge stones lmao.......stan

Race_9togo

I just got back from another forced hiatus, and it struck me, reading this again, how far your poetry has come, since I've known you, and been reading it.
Well done, my friend, just, simply, well done.

S

I had noticed your being AWOL. Funny how the real world can intrude isn't it? And thanks for your kind words about my progress in scribbling out these little rhymes. But you know something? One of my own favorite poems is still "Homeplace" which was about the 3rd poem I ever wrote. Good to have you back.........stan

R

raj

6 years 9 months ago

good poem reminiscing the bygone years [seasons] ...the flow is wonderful so I don't see it taking a dip..may it go on and on and on...do you plant a sapling on each birthday?
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S

Thanks for the visit. No I don't plant a sapling each year but I have been known to plant trees over time. This past winter I set out 500 pines and intend to set out about 100 hardwoods of mixed species so maybe that makes up for it lol.....stan