This summer I was blessed to get to know a few of my neighbor’s better.
It all happened because of a fallen tree in my backyard.
One windy stormy night last Spring a good sized evergreen in my yard was taken down by lightening or wind. Thankfully it fell away from the building and caused no harm.
A few days later a maintenance man cut the tree down and hauled it away leaving a big stump where it had been.
For many days I would gaze out my window at that stump, missing the tree and thinking something needed to take its place to brighten up the yard.
Since I am fond of rock gardens and painting inspirational rocks I decided to put some plants and rocks in around the stump.
My grandson helped me move a potted plant I had to sit on the stump. Then we planted some flowering ground cover perennials and seeds. Since the ground around the stump was so hard and root filled we couldn’t easily dig or plant much but we managed to get some flowers in. Then we put a few rocks around.
A few weeks later my granddaughter came over and we painted a bunch of inspirational rocks to put out.
Through all of this a few of my neighbors who I didn’t really know well were watching the progression and they came out to admire and ask if they could help. They added more unique beautiful items and one of them offered to water the plants daily.
Through all this the project grew and blossomed and we all became friends and now are sharing a common interest of beautifying our backyards to benefit us all.
What do you deserve? Name it. All of it. What are you ready to let go of? Name that too. Then name the most gentle gift for yourself. Name the brightest song your body’s ever held. Summon joy like you would a child; call it home. It wanders, yes. But it’s still yours. —Rachel McKibbens
#NaPoWriMo 2019-Day 7-Prompt: Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem of gifts and joy. What would you give yourself, if you could have anything? What would you give someone else?
( I wrote this poem with my mom in mind as 18 years ago today she left this earth and went to heaven. She was 85 years old and I like to imagine that today she is in restored health and dancing on air with angels, as she always loved to dance when here on earth.)
(This is my first time writing this Form called:
Con-Verse, created by Connie Marcum Wong, which consists of three or more 2-line rhyming stanzas (couplets). The meter of this form is in syllabic verse.
Rhyme scheme: aa,bb,cc,dd,ee
(Syllabic verse only counts the number of syllables in a line.)
(This form consists of three or more couplets which ascend by one syllable up to and until you reach a syllabic count of eleven which would contain ten lines.
This process may be repeated for a longer verse. If repeated, you must begin your first couplet with the syllabic count of seven again and continue from there.)