Hello dear friends,
This week Colleen Chesebro invites us to write a syllabic poem using a collective noun for a gathering of a chosen animal. I've selected the pronghorn, because I see them every day.
I live in the higher elevations of Arizona, just north of Prescott. It's an area of grassy plains and wild pronghorn. Herds of these magnificent animals grace the countryside. Though much like an antelope, they are not related to them. Rather, their closest relative is the giraffe. And since they run at speeds up to 60 miles an hour, only the cheetah can out pace them.
My poem is a simple tanka, syllables of 5-7-5-7-7. I hope you enjoy it.
This week Colleen Chesebro invites us to write a syllabic poem using a collective noun for a gathering of a chosen animal. I've selected the pronghorn, because I see them every day.
I live in the higher elevations of Arizona, just north of Prescott. It's an area of grassy plains and wild pronghorn. Herds of these magnificent animals grace the countryside. Though much like an antelope, they are not related to them. Rather, their closest relative is the giraffe. And since they run at speeds up to 60 miles an hour, only the cheetah can out pace them.
My poem is a simple tanka, syllables of 5-7-5-7-7. I hope you enjoy it.
If you've never seen a pronghorn, you might like to open this link to the National Wildlife Federation's post about these beautiful animals.
Have a wonderful rest of your week, hopefully with cool breezes.🌞
Have a wonderful rest of your week, hopefully with cool breezes.🌞
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