Description: This poem is about McBain, a tiny little dairy farm town in Northern Michigan...population 700, so very very small!!! When I moved here 3 years ago, I was furious because I was leaving a beautiful tourist town on Lake Michigan (I love Lake Michigan more than any other place in the world), to come to a smelly little cow town with a bunch of hicks. But this little cow town has gradually grown on me, and now I'm enchanted by the simple pleasure in living here.
Quiet Country Town -------------------------------------------
I love the simple beauty
Of the quiet country town
The rolling fields of green and gold
Bright red barns, prancing horses
The gentle flowing river, dark cool forests
And cheery little houses
Brick with Black shutters
And white-washed fences
I love its sweet strawberry summers
Snatches of laughter with
Black and white cow patches
Fresh green grass,
Deep blue sky,
And puffy clouds
I love its crisp apple cider autumns
With dark crimson,
Flaming pink and brazen gold
Edging the bright azure sky
And draped across
The frosted ground
I love its vanilla frosting winters
Icy cool flakes
Dancing, swirling, drifting
Sipping hot chocolate
And gazing upon
The flowing white
Pure and Breath-taking
I love its cherry blossom springs
Gentle pink buds dotting
The soft new land of green
And sprouts upon
Dark upturned soil
Wow! Such captive imagery! My favourite lines are definitely "crisp apple cider autumns" and "vanilla frosting winters", the idea of connecting food with seasons...that is proper ace! And the "apple cider" and "vanilla frosting" are the perfect foods to describe the seasons, spot-on...they are very playful but accurate, kind of like those Crayola crayon names I remember from elementary school ("tickle-me-pink" and "purple moutain majesties").
I think it's genius to end with the short, simple lines, "Then Clean Refreshing Rain" just because rain has like...a "clean", cleansing connotation, you know, like just washing it all away...every word you chose was so perfect, very deliberate.
When I was younger, I used to want to move out into the country (I live in New York, and I wanted to have a ranch in Montana or something, heh heh) and this poem has definitely rekindled that fire! I know people tend to think that the countryside is "boring", but it's definitely more laid-back and a lot more relaxing than anywhere else in the world...it must be really beautiful where you are, I'm so jealous.
Keep up the awesome! TRAVWELL!
PS: Thanks so much for your comment on "SHE NAMED HER KID SUPERMAN" and "superstardom." I really appreciate your in-depth comments, haha, I always love hearing people's thoughts! I'm glad your parents are very supportive of you, and that you enjoyed the format of "superstardom." I think the great thing about writing is that it IS an art, and you can be very flexible with it...some people get so stuck on grammar or rhyme schemes that they don't say what they really mean. I like making up structures or messing up punctuations, experimenting so I can make the words express what's going on in my head.
Oh yeah this is kind of random but...nice vocab! I definitely just looked up what the word "asinine" meant...haha...
Anyway, thanks again for your insightful comments!
This is such a refreshing, delightful poem! It was such a pleasure to read. Your descriptions are just great. The way you described the seasons and the black and white cow patches really is well done! I can smell the apple cider and the sweet strawberries indeed! And to think you didn't want to live here! It sounds so quaint and peaceful. This is a wonderful write! Really nice job! Lorna
When I saw the title, I had to read this one because I live just outside of a very small tourist town and I absolutly love it! It is hard to beleive that this was written by someone of your young tender age. You give wonderful descriptions. Keep up the good work!
Well, you must have thought about this for a while. You've taken me on a years' journey through all the different pictures of the town, with very pleasing images. It sounds a lot like where I used to dairy farm, down south in Oz. wet springs, then green grass till winter, great dairy country, New Zealand is very similar.
Thanks, Jen, you brought back some nice memories, and gave me some new mind pictures to look at.
I'm a small-town country girl and I just loved the descriptive verses - they alerted the senses and you could just picture this place! I love the way you took simple pleasures and brought them to life for the reader! Love,Peace,Joy!
ALAS! something else of yours for me to read, I have long awaited this moment, now my dream is finally complete. okay, well...maybe that was a little to dramatic,...sorry. I like this Poem very much, it reminds me of home, even though I have like 3 homes. Victor, Colorado. That town is so small, there's like 300 people there. They only have 4 cops...I miss it there. There is beautiful snow always because it is at 10,000 ft above sea level. Its beautiful, but I don't like living in a town where I am related to half of the people. Nice job on this poem Jen...@};-SAM
Hi Jen, I'm sorry to say I've never been to your little town because you make it sound so peaceful and delightful with your writings,but, I do live in a place that is very simular right here in the Ozark Mountains of Arkansas. This is a very good write you have here and you should be pround of he talent you have to describe something of such beauty in such a way with you words. i truely enjoy reading you poem. Take care, !Doc`
Wonderful job on this poem. It makes me wish to visit Michigan and see these things. Great gift for description. As for your journal entry, I know that it is hard to believe; but love gets easier and less painful as you get older. BrokenAngel has obviously never smelled a cow and only is thinking of excretement, not the warm smell of hair and milk. I love their rough tongues when they lick your hand. I just like cows.