An English Breeze –
by Robert Louis Stevenson
UP with the sun, the breeze arose,
Across the talking corn she goes,
And smooth she rustles far and wide
Through all the voiceful countryside.
Through all the land her tale she tells;
She spins, she tosses, she compels
The kites, the clouds, the windmill sails
And all the trees in all the dales.
God calls us, and the day prepares
With nimble, gay and gracious airs:
And from Penzance to Maidenhead
The roads last night He watered.
God calls us from inglorious ease,
Forth and to travel with the breeze
While, swift and singing, smooth and strong
She gallops by the fields along.
Imagine we are already up to our 10th Quadrille, and today it’s my turn to host. I usually like words that can be both nouns and verbs to give you a lot of variations, and today I have chosen breeze. I look forward to the most original usage. Come along and write 44 words exactly excluding title and use breeze somewhere in the main body of your poem.
Come on and write, it’s a breeze.
And when you’ve written, link up your poem below (click on Mr Linky and enter the link to your own poem), make sure to visit, and read the others. The prompt is open for a week so don’t forget to go back and read later. Don’t forget to link back to dVerse.
& have fun.