Brummet's Conscious Blog

Poetry Time This monthly series began more than a decade ago in an effort to encourage the joys of poetry. Here we celebrate other poet's work, as well as our own. If you would like to submit, simply visit the  ABOUT  page for guidelines & contact information. ALLITERATION The limpid light lay loosely on the land When Wendel went to watch the washing waves, He brought a bunch of books about a boy And spent the summer sitting on the sand. A mood most mild and mellow moved his mind To tell a tale to twenty traveling teens, In just their jeans they jested, jumped and joked While signing silly songs to set the scene. Wendel wasn't wise in worldly ways, In his humble heart he held that he Could not conceive of coddling cranky cows, And he never knew that gnats could knock their knees. © Frank Brummet  (February 2006) * This poem was written by Dave's father in February, 2008 - who enjoyed studying the art of poetry.  Here he is exploring alliteration, a wonderful tool...