Haiku/Senryu Challenge (2/17/20)

Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge 293 Drain / Rain

Colors drain slowly
from the soldiers left dying
-blue eyes cry in rain

Precious price of nation’s valor
Flowers on field of honor

                                      -CJ Holm
Ronovan’s Haiku Challenge (2/17/20)

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https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/02/17/weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-293/

“Soldiers are citizens of death’s grey land, drawing no dividend from time’s tomorrows.”
-Siegfried Sassoon

Haiku/Senryu Challenge (2/3/20)

Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge 291 Charm / Harm

Sugar coated spite
served to inflict subtle harm
-Dixie’s Southern Charm

                                             -CJ Holm
Ronovan’s Haiku Challenge (2/3/20)

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https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/02/03/weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-291-charmharm/

Minnesota Tall Tale

Oles’ White Lutefisk
And The Legend of the Singing Coyotes

A long, long time ago, before the Hudson Bay trappers explored Minnesota’s vast prairie and timber, before all the beaver were driven from the cool valley streams, Minnesota was inhabited by the Dakota Sioux, the Ojibwa, and the Winnebago. For as far as the eagle can see, the grasslands and forest spread across the prairie, providing sustenance for all manner of living creatures. The drums, flutes and rhythmic songs of the ancient tribes echoed in the evening skies, comforting all that wandered through the land, eating and drinking only what was needed from the land of their fathers and their father’s fathers.

On this day walked Ole with his cow and wooden cart, squeaking and squawking, wandering about. Past deer trails and river beds, he sang as he strolled, of his memories, his daydreams, his life on this road.

Ya sure, you betcha
I’ve come a long, long way
Cross the sea I sailed…
Uff-da Norway’s so far, far away!
Sweet land of brown bread
Where lutefisk’s served
A gift for the senses
Homes’ aroma preserved
Here the rivers are deep
The valley’s so wide
Don’tcha know day after day
My song is my guide
Ya sure, you betcha
I’ve come a long, long way
Cross the sea I sailed…
Uff-da Norway’s so far, far away!

To be continued…

©2020 cj holm