When I see golden buses on the hill
I like to think some big dog sits and waits.
Onboard, some school-tired boy shields eyes until
He spots the dog beyond the neighbor's gates.
The friends take off, their path a jagged line
And flowers dip their golden heads to watch
As does the screened-in woman, drinking wine.
She throws the boy a candy, butterscotch.
It's when the world has weighed me so far down
That boys and dogs and wine and golden field
Acquaint me with those treasures not yet brown
And years from now those memories will yield
A lesson straight and true: While gold can't stay,
It's worth its weight in daydreams, anyway.
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Write a sonnet. A sonnet is a poem of 14 lines. It follows a strict rhyme scheme. It is often about love. Instructions and examples. |
Author Notes
To ease academic stress in my college days, I used to memorize the poetry of Keats and Frost, and after my lights went out, I'd recite their work like prayers. I especially loved Frost's "Birches", which starts out:
"When I see birches bend to left and right/
Across the lines of straighter darker trees,/
I like to think some boy's been swinging them."
Frost also wrote "Nothing Gold can Stay", about appreciating things before they fade.
This sonnet is just me, tipping my hat.
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