Swan Song, Creative Commons
I grew up with music in my home. My mother is a pianist. I’m sure she played Claude Debussy’s Clare de Lune. When I went to Google yesterday, I was pleased to find out it was Debussy’s 151st birthday. The link took me to a YouTube video of nature pictures with the harp playing Clare de Lune. It was one of those, let’s-write-to-this inspiration moments. I had planned to pass out pictures from a nature calendar. This was better, music and beautiful nature pictures. I wrote with my students, so I’ll post my poem here. Student work will come later as they do some polishing and make the plunge into posting on a blog.
Hills and mountains
reflect in still water;
Sun bursts through clouds;
A rainbow circles the sky;
And I travel there
with you.I ask, Do you love me?
How high? you say.
Higher than the mountains?
Higher than the clouds.
Higher than the moon?
Higher than the stars at night.
Higher, higher, still.
Blue Moon before sunrise. Photo by Margaret Simon
Poetry Friday is hosted today by Betsy at I Think in Poems.
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