Daily poem: September stanza 1

I enjoyed the way the August poem unfolded and I’m going to do more or less the same thing this month—an image a day linked by a rhyme on the last word of one stanza and the first of the next. We’ll see if I can get it to come full circle with the last word rhyming with the first.

 

We see you every evening,

as you lope, long-legged

along the stream

beneath the willows,

splendid hare, bold as brass.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

45 thoughts on “Daily poem: September stanza 1”

    1. Yup. Should be easy to keep up. The hare is really not very timid. The first time it appeared, Finbar was on the alert for something we couldn’t see so we decided to let him loose. He charged off to where he’d seen something move, but we saw the hare leap out of the brambles and run a little way along the stream. Finbar saw nothing. Just rootled around in circles. Now we know what it is, we make sure he’s tied up at supper time. Just in case. It never runs very far before stopping. Ambles more than runs.

      1. I wouldn’t give a rabbit much of a change against a dog, but the hare is a pretty big critter. And they’re rapid. I think Finbar is probably too old to be able to run one down now. They can run as fast as a sighthound over a fair distance.

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