Poetry Contest

The cover photo on this page is a photo of an upside down snowman. Describe what you do with snow after it falls to the ground. (Photo prompt inspired by the recent Northeast, USA snow fall- by Marcella Leff, administrator)

You may write a poem in any style or form but it must be inspired by this picture. Post the poem only. You may post as many poems as you want but comments are counted per poem only.

Winner will be judged by the most original comments. One person can make many comments but only counts as one comment for winning at the end of the time limit. Your own comments do not count because you cannot judge your own poem.

Contest will be from January 27 until February 3, 9:30 pm. All members are invited to enter this contest. You can add your friends to join. Challenge them.

Administrators may post examples of poems but are not eligible to win.

A new prompt will be posted every week.

 

I write for this Facebook group. I decided to write it on here and then transfer the poem to the contest. I hope this is alright with them. I usually try to write the poem right on the site; but not much room for errors and correcting. Here at WordPress, I have so much more space.

 

Poetry Contest, 1/27/15-2/3/15

 

Giggles and running noses

Not afraid of the cold

A six year-old romps in the snow.

 

Free as a bird

No worries at all

Play real hard til mama calls.

 

Trying hard to stand on my head

Touching his carrot, is it real?

Look in his eyes and his  love I can feel.

 

Mr. Smowman is my best friend

I want to bring him inside

But mama says he would cry and  run away and hide.

 

Supper is over

Bath is done

I look outside wishing I could have more fun.

 

I call him Frosty

I like that name

When I get up we are going to  play more games.

 

Then one day the temps warmed up

I put my coat and boots on to play

I cried to mama, he’s gone away.

 

Mama held me and hugged me tight

She said it will be okay.

That as soon as it snows again he will be back to play.

 

Every day I look out my windows

And feel sad when I see no snow

I pray with all my  heart that he will surely show.

 

Please God, don’t take my friend away

I miss him really bad

If you can bring him back, I will be so glad.

 

The night was cold and it was supposed to snow

I scurried in bed and closed my eyes real tight

When I woke in the morning I squealed in delight.

 

There stood Mr. Frosty

Smiling with his big grin

I raced and stood beside him, my dear old favorite friend.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

1.29.2015

 

Jefferson Davis Memorial Trip

Since I have not been feeling the best, my daughter gave me the best medicine; time. When she and I are together, I can look past the aches and concentrate on her laughter and beauty. I am truly a blessed lady to have three awesome kids. I am also a lucky lady as my daughter has given me permission to use her photos in my post.

Yesterday she took me to a little town called Elkton here in Kentucky. We ate at a quaint little restaurant that looked like total fifties. Elvis and coca-cola adorned the walls. Al sure would have enjoyed this visit.

After that she drove me to Fairview Kentucky because she knows how much I love history and my camera. Between her and I clicking on the camera button, we had many great photos.

Have you ever visited the Memorial site? Here is some history of it and then I follow with my photos she and I took. Of course the beautiful lady with the gorgeous smile, is my daughter.

Fairview, Kentucky

Jefferson Davis was the first-and-only President of the Confederacy, leader of the rebellious South that broke away in 1861 and sparked the Civil War. He never really wanted the job (You can see it in his statues, which always make him look grim), the South lost, and the North viewed him as a traitor — yet his sleepy birthplace is marked by the second tallest obelisk in the world.

Davis guards the gated entrance to his monument. The Angel of Peace protects his back.

Some people are just luckier after they’re dead than when they were alive.

Approaching the Jefferson Davis Birthplace Monument, driving down a quiet two-lane road through farm country, it’s hard not to be impressed by its hugeness. You can see it for miles; it’s 351 feet high. Until the 1970s it was the tallest thing in all of Kentucky (It’s still by far the tallest thing in Fairview). Pam Terry, who was running the elevator on the day that we visited, said that the Davis Monument was built to mimic the Washington Monument in Washington, DC, because Washington, like Davis, was also a first President.

But is it appropriate? “He wouldn’t have wanted this,” said Ron Sydnor, the Birthplace manager and resident Jeff Davis authority. “He was humble. He would have told them no.” Davis, however, had no say in the matter; he had been dead for decades by the time his boosters opened the Monument on June 7, 1924. The South had turned him from a sad loser into a noble statesman worthy of a gargantuan tribute. His actual birthplace, a long-gone log cabin, stood in a spot currently occupied by Fairview’s post office.