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Premium member Presentation Transcript Poetry Project: Poetry Project By: Hunter JonesNature -- the Gentlest Mother is, by Emily Dickinson: Nature -- the Gentlest Mother is, by Emily Dickinson Nature the Gentlest Mother is, Impatient of no Child The feeblest or the waywardest Her Admonition mild In Forest and the Hill By Traveller be heard Restraining Rampant Squirrel Or too impetuous Bird How fair Her Conversation A Summer Afternoon Her Household Her Assembly And when the Sun go down Her Voice among the Aisles Incite the timid prayer Of the minutest Cricket The most unworthy Flower When all the Children sleep She turns as long away As will suffice to light Her lamps Then bending from the Sky With infinite Affection And infiniter Care Her Golden finger on Her lip Wills Silence Everywhere I chose this poem because, its very sophisticated and an all around well written poem. When I read this poem I can paint a picture in my head that’s how descriptive it is.To Nature by Samuel Coleridge: To Nature by Samuel Coleridge It may indeed be fantasy when I Essay to draw from all created things Deep, heartfelt, inward joy that closely clings; And trace in leaves and flowers that round me lie Lessons of love and earnest piety. So let it be; and if the wide world rings In mock of this belief, it brings Nor fear, nor grief, nor vain perplexity. So will I build my altar in the fields, And the blue sky my fretted dome shall be, And the sweet fragrance that the wild flower yields Shall be the incense I will yield to Thee, Thee only God! and thou shalt not despise Even me, the priest of this poor sacrifice.Nature by George Herbert: Nature by George Herbert Full of rebellion, I would die, Or fight, or travel, or deny That thou has aught to do with me. O tame my heart; It is thy highest art To captivate strong holds to thee. If thou shalt let this venom lurk, And in suggestions fume and work, My soul will turn to bubbles straight, And thence by kind Vanish into a wind, Making thy workmanship deceit. O smooth my rugged heart, and there Engrave thy rev'rend law and fear; Or make a new one, since the old Is sapless grown, And a much fitter stone To hide my dust, than thee to hold.Amends to Nature by Arthur Symons: Amends to Nature by Arthur Symons I have loved colours , and not flowers; Their motion, not the swallows wings; And wasted more than half my hours Without the comradeship of things. How is it, now, that I can see, With love and wonder and delight, The children of the hedge and tree, The little lords of day and night? How is it that I see the roads, No longer with usurping eyes, A twilight meeting-place for toads, A mid-day mart for butterflies? I feel, in every midge that hums, Life, fugitive and infinite, And suddenly the world becomes A part of me and I of it. I chose this poem because,Nature Walk by Raymond A. Foss: Nature Walk by Raymond A. Foss Out back, behind the yard in the brush and scrub at the edge a world unfolds for those willing to stop and look, crunch and tread where squirrel and ant, snake and fox hunt and work, amongst the deadfall Wonder of nature in the back, beyond the cut lawn and past the leaf litter a bend of a branch held by ivy a curl of birch bark a spider’s leg showing below the lip of a fungus on an old trunk patterns in the ground, beneath the newness of spring in the woods before the full greening of the new shoots and leaves in between time in early April in New HampshireDawn by Mark R. Slaughter: Dawn by Mark R. Slaughter Dawn blushed – betrayed her waking sky To gently break another morrow fine. Night waned – the black receding – highland Reaching for the early morning wine. The chorus rendered frantic caws and Chirps and other avian song, Mapping out the 'mine and yours, ' and Goading more to sing along! Quiescent water – deep of lake – Reflected out the hazy red, but Through the glass, a flick, a break: An urgent tail from hidden bed! And in the meadow, waking faces Calmly spread a coloured veil; The dew disclosing spider laces – Oft with once a fly’s travail! Dawn blushed; revealed her inner peace; She handed on another blissful day. Night ebbed, relenting to release of Warming blood that gives to her display.Here It Comes by Faith Long: Here It Comes by Faith Long Here comes summer Here comes summer Chirping Robins, budding roses Here comes summer Here comes summer Gentle showers, summer clothes Here comes summer Here comes summer Whoosh-shiver there it goesWinter by Mark R Slaughter: Winter by Mark R Slaughter A cracked lip; raw skin. I pined for orange flickers Dancing off a cheery fire. A gelid blast of arctic air Had caught me unawares – Reinforcing my desire. Turning down an avenue, I froze; suspicious trees – Likely destined for a pyre – Were laughing off the icy chill Of callous winter nights. And I? Simply to retire Snug, inside a balmy chair Of warming solitude: Ah! my carol, my festive choir.It's Autumn Again by Andrea Rieck: It's Autumn Again by Andrea Rieck It’s autumn again Leaves whisper the sound of our past In loss they pay a descent To the ground we fall It’s autumn again Our song is sung by the wind Echoes of loss and grief Through chilled air we wade It’s autumn again The waters grow as cold as our hearts We are alike – crusted in ice In ourselves we freeze It’s autumn again Flowers vanish from our sadness Our beauty grows weak Covered in frost we wither It’s autumn again The rain falls like our tears Can’t dry our eyes From the sky we descend It’s autumn again The sun shines then fails like us Our sight becomes a wintry gray Lost in darkness we will fade It’s autumn againSummer – by Hunter Jones: Summer – by Hunter Jones Yes Summers’ near So scream loud in cheer Enjoy the warm beach weather Feel the light breeze like a feather No worries just lay and relax Just like the responsibilities of potato sacks You do not have the permission to view this presentation. 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