Mr. Scarecrow is 1st prize, and the 2nd prize was inspired by Jen's post about "blessings" at Unglazed - a "Grateful" door hanger.
Here are the rules:
- Submit one favorite quote or poem as it relates to Fall.
- Post it here and leave a link back to your site.
- U.S. & Canadian residents only.
- Shelley's hubby Greg will decide which 2 he likes best and pick the 1st & 2nd prize winners.
- Contest ends midnight on Monday, September 8th, 2008.
Wouldn't you like to have me in your home?
What a beautiful home Shelly! Fall in Maine is my favorite season! Thanks for the giveaway and for sharing the loon photos! Very nice!
ReplyDeleteAUTUMN CAME
By ripping cheeks,
with cold breeze,
with twitter of sparrows,
Autumn came!
Autumn came to cover
shivering earth
with colorful leaves carpet!
Autumn floats like
sun's epitaph
Autumn echoed like
farewell song of birds
in the evening!
Autumn touches the
breath of last leaves
on the verge of falling
with warmth!
Autumn challenges the
confidence of the tree
who hides buds in the heart
Mula Veereswara Rao
hondaray6 at hotmail dot com
Ah, the prizes are great. You have the best blogs. :)
ReplyDeleteAutumn Birds
The wild duck startles like a sudden thought,
And heron slow as if it might be caught.
The flopping crows on weary wings go by
And grey beard jackdaws noising as they fly.
The crowds of starnels whizz and hurry by,
And darken like a clod the evening sky.
The larks like thunder rise and suthy round,
Then drop and nestle in the stubble ground.
The wild swan hurries hight and noises loud
With white neck peering to the evening clowd.
The weary rooks to distant woods are gone.
With lengths of tail the magpie winnows on
To neighbouring tree, and leaves the distant crow
While small birds nestle in the edge below.
John Clare
I thought you might be interested in John Clare's bio. Like many poets, he has a rather sad one:
ReplyDeletehttp://www.poemhunter.com/john-clare/biography/
Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn. ~Elizabeth Lawrence
ReplyDeleteluckydolls123[at]verizon[dot]net
Yes, me again (honest, I'm not a stalker!) ;) I put a link to your contest on my blog, because I think you need more entries!
ReplyDeleteHey Shelley, here is my entry...it's a little prose I wrote myself....bet you couldn't tell...
ReplyDeleteThe water's cold,
The leaves are burning,
I'm growing old,
My candle's burning.
The maple leaves have turned to red,
almost overnight while I snuggled in my camp bed.
The ducks are flying overhead, the wings whistle as they head south,
I stand and look up with open mouth.
With each passing year
I watch my life go sliding by,
And on my cheek there sits a tear,
as summer ends and the ducks fly by.
It's done and gone the summer cottage season,
It passed us by fast without good reason.
Now the weekends hold less promise and fun
As I sit home and watch quarterbacks run.
But I have my memories and recollections,
Of the summer gone by, the August morning reflections,
The fish in the lake,
The potatoes in the garden, we hope to bake.
But I wish it was still summer,
cause the wife just handed me a rake....
And oh yes the ducks above my head,
Should have shot them as they flew over, heading south,
When birds fly over, above your head,
Don't look up with an open mouth.....
Rob, at The Cottage Chronicles
Shelley,
ReplyDeleteMay blessings continue to fall your way! ;-)
Here's my entry,a Haiku:
"In the evening
cool air
whispers autumn"
-John Bailey
Fall
ReplyDeleteUp from the meadow a wind is blowing,
The wind we longed for the summer through.
The sky, which was gold and hot and glowing,
Is high above us and strangely blue.
There, where the apple tree was budding
Ready to bloom, we hear a sound
And turn to find it's an apple thudding
Heavy and hard to the sunbaked ground.
A line of geese sweeps up from the river,
Dry leaves crunch on the browning lawn.
We look at each other, surprised, and shiver
And suddenly--swiftly--summer is gone.
Author: Lois Duncan
My hobby is Scrapbooking and so I went to my favorite site for an Autumn poem...that said...Fall & Winter are my favorite seasons...we blessed with all 4 in PA!
Love your blog...I visit often!
Best,
Wow, there are some great ones already! Mine is simple....
ReplyDeleteAutunm is a second spring, when every leaf is a flower.
"Albert Camus"
Thanks to everyone who entered!! The winners have been posted!
ReplyDeleteShelley