I’m not big on poetry. It could be I’m just not that refined, a little too rough around the edges they say. Then again, maybe my lack of appreciation for poetry has something to do with the last time I penned poetic pronunciations purposely.
I was in Mrs. Maxfield’s 6th grade English class, the assignment? Write a poem. Come to think of it, I was so rough around the edges it never dawned on me to write anything with serious content.
I have to admit the inspiration for my poem came straight from Mad Magazine cartoons. I used the mental image of the Mad Magazine characters out walking and jogging trying to avoid stepping in piles of dog doo.
While I was amused and the teacher seemed to be, my parents were not. My artistry betrayed by my English teacher whom I misread.
My wife who has a talent for writing and poetry has used it only on rare occasion, usually for milestones in the kids lives intended for future keepsakes. That must be where the little one got her talent. It could also have to do a little with the priorities we’ve tried to set in her life.
Here is one of her poems she did in her 7th-grade English class a couple of weeks ago.
I took a walk yesterday
Just God and I
I went around the block awhile
Praying and listening to any signs
I saw His hand in all creation
The beauty of it all
The vibrant colors of everything
And the glorious sunset, like a curtain fall
I felt so full of awe when
His wonderful works appeared
I felt so transfixed
And I knew that He was near
I might be a little biased, but I thought it was pretty good. We’re proud of our daughters for many things. Their academic achievements, their sports-related achievements, but mostly when they do something that honors God and us, thereby bringing them honor.
Many people in this modern world have given in to the rapidly decaying secular world and it’s magnetic draw of our flesh, similar to my poem as a kid. Our kids and many in this younger generation that I know personally are stronger, displaying much more courage than I did at their age.
Our country could use more strong willed people standing up in strength and honor demonstrating character while the weaker ones and their character evaporate like water poured out in a dry desert.
When I was younger and scoffed at the thought of writing things, especially poetry, I regret not paying closer attention to the details of the lives that God used to change our world. The lives of people of courage in action, not just in battles, but also in writings.
The Founding Fathers of this nation would have been a pretty good place to start. Men and women risking their lives and fortunes who shared their world with us through journals, books, and the Constitution.
Some of these wise men who’s courage and bravery in battle are now our heritage as a people. Those chosen people learned to read and write from what we still have today as a guide. The Bible, God’s word.
Our Forefathers knew better than our generation the great leaders and what defines them. They knew from God’s word and world history that the greatest writer, poet, warrior, and King was the one considered to be “a man after God’s own heart.”
David wrote most of the book of Psalm. In hindsight there’s a good chance if I would have paid attention to the teachings of our freedom and heritage paid for by the blood of heroes, documented in song, poetry, and writing of great men, my poem might have been in the league of my daughter’s.