Posted in Misc Musings

Along with the other members of The Great Books Reading Partnership, I am reading Chapter 9 (History Refracted: The Poets and Thier Poetry) of The Well-Educated Mind by Susan Wise Bauer.  However, I am finding the section on the history of poetry very difficult to get through because of an anology Ms. Bauer uses that makes the topic more, rather than less, confusing for me. 

Anyway, I decided to take a break from reading in the hopes of clearing my head and starting anew after the kids went to bed.  I went out to the back porch to watch the kids play outside and to watch the beautiful flights of the brown bats that hunt bugs in our backyard.  As I was watching Terzo pick up a stick to fight an enemy I could not see, a poem formed in my mind.  Although I like to read poetry, all my attempts at writing it are very juvenile and uninspired.  I am generally too concrete and to-the-point in my thinking... i.e. not poetic.  This time, however, I wrote the poem down and read it to Frodo... and he liked it.  So here it is... such as it is.

It is so

The Child stands, spies a stick

He stoops, “You shall be my sword.”

And it is so.

The Child looks, observes the air

He commands, “You shall be my enemy.”

And it is so.

The battle begins, creature against creator

The victor is no mystery, still the battle must be fought

There is honor in it.

Armageddon, the fates of worlds

The creator triumphs, “I am the hero.”

And it is so.