I came upon a peaceful scene,
the beauty of a meadow green.
A tree, a pond, a flowing creek,
wildflowers of spring at their peak.
A soft sun hung in cobalt skies,
my heart smiled, my spirit did rise.
I could do naught but stand and stare,
at what his hands had displayed there.
Such wonder brought tears to my eyes,
soon I began to realize.
A wondrous view of God’s plan,
of His world yet unspoiled by man.
Category: Rhyming
Back on My Side of the Road
In honor of Poetry Month, I am resurrecting my old WordPress website, The Backyard Poet.
https://thebackyardpoetcom.wordpress.com
I sure would appreciate you dropping by and giving me a look. Check out some of the old stuff and hopefully enjoy some new poetry and flash fiction.
~Back on My Side of the Road~
4/1/2025 Jerry Brotherton
I’ve tried to walk in the middle,
keep my mouth shut when I can.
But my silence is over,
and it’s time to make my stand.
No longer can I sit idly by,
with this world in disarray.
I’ll voice my mind and my heart,
let the chips fall where they may.
~ Another Rule to Break…
Well the experts say
in your poetry
don’t use a cliché
to tell your story
bleeding hearts of men
the tail of a dog
clucking like old hens
croaking like a frog
a bright twinkling star
the light of the moon
runs like a new car
humming of a tune
she’s the cat’s meow
the chug of a train
a slow drifting cloud
the patter of rain
even this rhyme scheme
of ABAB
has no place it seems
in your poetry
so maybe what’s wrong
with this world today
we all go along
with what experts say
cause with no cliché
just what can I do
no ‘Happy Birthday’
or an ‘I Love You’
so my word to you
forget what they say
if it works for you
do it anyway
~ Will I Be Remembered…
I only hope that someday the words
I bleed into each poem and rhyme
Will bequeath such a legacy that
it’s able to bridge the gap of time
Perhaps the future might honor me
for these simple words I leave behind
Or will these poems rust and splinter
into scraps penned from a withered mind
~ By Just a smidge…
I may be 5 foot 9 but by the time
I have to reach over my middle tire
A skinny person of lets say 5 feet
might reach things a couple inches higher
Those tricky top shelves are strictly for things
I know that I’m never going to need
Like huckleberry jam, rice vinegar,
brown paper lunch bags and caraway seed
When searching through the kitchen cabinets
I find that I’m too short by just a smidge
So I have no idea what’s hiding in
that little cabinet over the fridge
Jerry Brotherton 