april poetry month – Gerardine Baugh http://mywalkingpath.com My Walking Path Sun, 17 Apr 2011 04:52:45 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.5.3 https://i0.wp.com/mywalkingpath.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/07/cropped-DSC_0528.jpg?fit=32%2C32 april poetry month – Gerardine Baugh http://mywalkingpath.com 32 32 79402611 Poem for April 16th~ Old Saying In the Mid-West if you don’t like the weather wait a minute! http://mywalkingpath.com/2011/04/17/poem-for-april-16th-old-saying-in-the-mid-west-if-you-dont-like-the-weather-wait-a-minute/ http://mywalkingpath.com/2011/04/17/poem-for-april-16th-old-saying-in-the-mid-west-if-you-dont-like-the-weather-wait-a-minute/#comments Sun, 17 Apr 2011 04:52:45 +0000 http://gerardinebaugh.wordpress.com/?p=2846 I couldn’t believe the way the snow came down today, and just last week it was hot, and I mean uncomfortably hot, somewhere near ninety..

I posted this poem for today’s prompt “write a snapshot poem” this afternoon I also took this video with the new camera, – it’s a Nikon.  

Link to poem a day challenge: http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides/2011/04/16/2011AprilPADChallengeDay16.aspx

 I used up the Cannon after eight months and the Sony barely made it a month.  I had bought the extended warranty at Best Buy so I was able to try different cameras. So far the Nikon is the best.

Michael is beginning to think cameras don’t’ like me. I keep explaining that some electronics have gremlins in them

I thought I would have trouble with setting up a video, then I found using, Microsoft Live I could fix it and upload it to YouTube

Here’s April 16th, 2011’s poem..

“Freeze Frame”

by Gerardine Baugh

It is snowing

Uriah runs up to me

His thick coat is covered in water droplets

Looking up, he gives me a doggy grin

Knowing what’s coming I cringe and step back

He begins to shake

That, slow movement

Only his pudgy, furry body can accomplish. 

Where he turns his head one way, and

His body fat slips in the other direction

Water is launched from the ends of his fur

Encompassing him in a shower of reflected light 

I turned my back on him and the wind  

Time stops…

My hair covers my eyes

Snow blasts past me

An invisible serpent writhing as an updraft

Bellowing out my coat it slides up the naked trees.

Gathering up dry leaves from the ground, and

Playing with them around the tree tops

In a millisecond, sound stops

Then, the winds skate back down the trees

Letting go

Raining brown leaves within the white snow

Slipping across the grass, then

Like a playful child, pulls at my legs

Snowflakes hit my face stinging cold

Uriah doesn’t seem to notice the wind, or the cold snow

Staring expectantly

He whines and nudges at my hand for a treat

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