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Once Upon a Time...
by Leah LaibenWe rode cattle as if they were steeds
and pretended to be
princes and princesses;
A cove of trees for our palace
rings of clover, our crowns.
The happy jester was a deaf dog named Blue
and our mother will always be a Queen,
Our father, forever a Knight.
Fields of Alf-alfa and wildflowers
became our Kingdom
as weeping willows and ladybugs
became our loyal followers.
There were wars, oh yes, there were wars,
but there were times of peace as well.
We've, at times, come close to crumbling,
although somehow, I think we needed that;
Our castle is as strong as ever
because our Rulers sometimes could not be. 04/09/2003 Posted on 04/09/2003
Copyright © 2024 Leah Laiben
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Olivia Weinkein on 04/09/03 at 04:18 PM the last lines...OMG...this poem makes me think of sunflowers and everything else that i love and it now lives right in the middle of it all. (bout time you're gettin back into the swing of things) |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 04/10/03 at 04:10 PM you paint the portrait of nostalgia with DaVinci's brush, Leah...superbly done! |
| Posted by Stephanie Kent on 11/08/04 at 02:27 PM Just amazing...love the metaphor. What a capture. Congratulations on potd:) |
| Posted by Jason Wardell on 11/08/04 at 09:00 PM This is great. While I didn't grow up on a ranch, I have spent a lot of time at my uncle's. I'm not sure what to say; this is really quite lovely. Congrats on PotD. |
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