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Winter Walk

By Marilyn (LaraOct7@aol.com)


I titled this page 'Winter Walk', and I'm going to give you an additional challenge. Members and guests on our message board have been writing poems around a group of words. I would like to see us do that, too, but if you'd rather not, you may simply 'write to the picture'. Actually, it's fun to see how different our imaginations work around the same group of words. Why not give it a try?

The words or group of words I chose will follow. The idea is to use one word per stanza, in any order, and you may have connecting stanzas. In this particular challenge, try and follow the 'winter walk' theme. We look forward to your entry.

The list:


winter
scent
continent
"Back then..."
routine
wooden


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LaraOct7. (LaraOct7@aol.com)











 

Winter Walk

By Sharon (ByGolly@aol.com)


There is no place I'd rather be
Then here when WINTER descends on me
For it doesn't snow you see you see


Fresh are the SCENTS in the air
Mostly the sun keeps it fair
But too cool to go around bare


On this CONTINENT I am content
For the rest of my life to be spent
As my youthful years have gone and went


BACK THEN when I was young and rash
Across the country I would dash
My youth is gone and so is my cash


I've gotten into a dull ROUTINE
Enough of the country I have seen
My body's shot but my memory is keen


I WOODEN (lol) want to live elsewhere
For cold icy snow I do not care
I like the sunshine in my hair










 

Winter Walk

By Amy (Fabulousfilly@aol.com)


ALONG THE PATH WAY BACK THEN
MY HUSBAND AND I DID WALK, AGAIN
OUR WINTER WALK WE CALLED IT THEN, ON A WOODEN BENCH WE WOULD REST.
THESE TIMES I THINK WERE THE BEST.
A BREAK IN OUR ROUTINE
SMELLING THE SCENTS OF VANILLA BEAN
WE ALWAYS COME BACK TO THIS PLACE
TO RENEW OUR LOVE, WHEN HECTIC IS THE PACE
WHEN WE LEAVE THIS CONTINENT
MEMORIES WILL BE LENT
TO OUR GRANDKIDS BACK HOME
WE WILL WISH SOMEDAY THEY COULD ROAM
ON THIS PATH THAT WE STROLLED
KEEP THEIR MEMORIES IN THEIR WORLD..


WE HOPE THEY KEEP A MEMORY BOOK
AND EVERY SO OFTEN TAKE A LOOK
INTO THEIR PAST
IT GOES BY SO FAST


WHEN OUR FINAL TIME IS HERE
I HOPE TO GO OUT WITH A BIT OF CHEER
PLEASE DONT CRY
IF I DIE


HOLD YOUR LOVED ONES DEAR










 

Winter Walk

By Phyllis Ann (Starbird55@comcast.net)


Winter is not my favorite time of the year.
I can't say that I greet it with much enthusiasm or cheer.



Back then...remembering when I was a slip of a thing with a young man on my arm,
It could take on a glow and a charm.



As the scent of wood smoke from the chimneys filled the cold winter air,
I and my love were warm as toast and without a care.



No need to go to a foreign continent for ambiance as you walked through a winter wonderland.
As far as you were concerned, you were walking on a Tahitian beach of white, warm sand.



There was nothing routine about a winter walk through a frosty haze.
You were love struck, and you walked on air as if in a daze.



Sitting on a wooden bench watching ice skaters waltz with woolen scarves flying in the breeze,
Made no difference as mittened hands were there to squeeze.










 

Winter Walk

By Joy (JOY3032@aol.com)


The howling winds of Winter
The scent of burning logs
The weather changes suddenly
With ice on the snow covered bogs


The sudden change in weather
On every continent
Takes time to get readjusted
Wondering where the summer went


When complaining about the weather
"Back then", old uncle does reply
"We had it so much harder
No weather reports on which to rely"


We just did all the routine things
The weather was no excuse
There were pigs to be slopped, cows to milk
Fix the fence rail that came loose


We are snuggled warm inside
Looking out our window pane at snow
Wooden sleds would be a fun way to travel
But we'll take a walk as brisk winds blow










 

Winter Walk

By Mike (IBromantic2@aol.com)


take my hand my friend and come along with me
it wont take long there is something you must see
you and I can reminisce and share a friendly talk
as we slowly stroll a long on our winters walk


the air is so refreshing as we move along our way
i so enjoy your company and all you have to say
the beauty of the trees and a building standing tall
among the things we enjoy on our winters walk


we wave to all the people as we slowly walk along
i love our time together where have the hours gone
you smile like a child as snow begins to fall
another beautiful moment of our winters walk


we have now arrived at what i want you to see
and how our time together is so very special to me
you are my friend the greatest of them all
thank you for being you and thanks for the winter walk










 

Winter Walk

By Tom (tomWYO@aol.com)


Winter time, winter time,
cool the weather is,
brisk the days and plain the scene
As we reach December.


Scent of drying, blowing leaves,
mulch beginning to decay,
my love and I, all alone,
on a beautiful day.


The continent knows I love her,
hopefully she does love me,
as we stand together,
watching a small herd of deer.


Remembrances of things past,
of when we were young,
back then when we would love
in a shady glen.


Age and retirement have molded our lives
as we grow older and slow down
we fall into a routine, a stereotypical way of life
for most, gone the wild things, the spices of life.


A wooden bridge along the path
that leads to loverís leap,
where we first were close
our hearts racing still.


Just a lovely day, chilly it is,
walk, looking about,
remembering when we were teens,
when our love began.










 

Everything Now Is Bittersweet

By Connie (CSThomas@aol.com)


Our noses tell us volumes
We wish for the winter smells
Since the cold has no scent
How are the blind able to tell


Hot and humid, we sweat
In this continent where we thrive
Horse and buggy days are in the past
Now, we have fine cars to drive


Lives back then were routine
With fire places for their heat
No one ever complained
Everything now, is bittersweet


Food was plentiful in those days
Hard work was done by all
Working from dawn to dust
Much happier too, as I recall










 

Winter Walk

By Lilly (Lilprincessitali@aol.com)


ON THIS CONTINENT
WHERE I LIVE FAR UP THE NORTH
COLD TEMPS, SNOW OR ICE


FIVE MONTHS OF WINTER
WALKED MANY MILES MADE GOOD SALES
WEATHER NO PROBLEM


YOUNG AND BRAVE I WAS
BACK THEN I WORKED FOR AVON
I MADE SOME NEW FRIENDS


I LIKED MY ROUTINE
WAS INVITED IN THEIR HOMES
SCENT OF FRESH COFFEE.


ENDED MY FIVE YEARS
I SIT IN MY WOODEN CHAIR
ROCKING MY BABY


HAD NICE WINTER WALKS
WITH ONES I LOVE, NOW AND THEN
THO PREFER SPRING WALKS










 

Winter Walk

By Diana Howell (writerworks@live.com)


My arms a perfect fit around you, snug, secure, warm.
It wasn't always so, like water flowing over rock
The years have smoothed out our rough edges.


My arms feel good around you, synchronicity,
Many seasons we have shared, summers easy,
Potent springs, but our winter walk,
Our winter walk is a stone cold test. Can we survive the
Freezing, unyielding ice storms of misunderstandings?


Winter has a bad habit of arriving unannounced,
A blistering cold front from out of nowhere, bitter winds,
Bone chilling anger drives us behind walls of silence
We hibernate, await the the thaw, it always comes.


Our winter walk refines, tempers our resolve
You have seen my darkest season, I have witnessed yours.
Now we can tell each other the whole truth
And nothing but...we can trust...this is the harvest
Of unconditional love.










 

Winter Walk

By Mary Mizrany (MusingByMary@aol.com)


Walking in winter
is never routine;
only a wooden head
wouldn't know what I mean.


The air is invaded
by this scent and that;
see the chilly snowman
with that funny hat?


I'd never wish
to live on another continent;
here there's something for everyone
to make us content.


I remember "back then"
in the days gone by;
youthful, eager, fellas
would catch my eye.


Winter's just perfect
for a fine romance;
big band music so inviting
to share a dance.


Moonlight agleam
upon snowbound street;
Oh, recall the memories,
aren't they sweet?



Mary Carter Mizrany
December 29, 2008















         

 

 






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