Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Kensington Gardens

For my English 300 class we had to write a poem about nature... oh boy. I wasn't really looking forward to it but it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be.  I decided to write about Kensington Gardens since it is my favorite spot in all of London. I am not a poet by any means but here it is...

Kensington Falls

October trees line the curving walkways,

The path of a mother pushing a pram 

Shaded by the friendly sweeping boughs.

The wandering lane meets waters edge

And disappears beneath the corrugated surface

Only to be disturbed by the wake of a swan;

Reflected in the ripples lies a secret.

A single red limb whispers the sound of autumn.

The gentle brush of a hand could sweep away 

The colors of brisk mornings and thanksgiving;

Yet leaf to leaf, branch to branch, tree to tree,

The rumor of an approaching fall spreads 

Until the entire garden is aflame.

The paths puzzling the landscape lead to fountains

One of Roman times and yet another of youth.

The face of a boy plays in the burning foliage 

Beckoning the harvest to capture his boyhood 

And end the sweet sunshine of summer.

Tender winds rustle through fields of golden grass

And carry the invisible hum down curving walkways

Only to disappear through the Lancaster’s Gate. 

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