Monday morning poem…

Monday morning poem…

When I was in elementary school part of our English class each year was a lesson on poetry. I always enjoyed reading the poems presented by the teacher and listening to the attempts that my classmates made at writing poems of their own.

There was always that one kid that just got it and the teacher would proclaim them the next Robert Frost or Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

To be 100% clear that kid was never me…

I would usually write multiple poems and then sit there trying to determine which one might get me a good grade, but at the same time trying to be damn sure that I wasn’t going to get made fun of at lunch or beat up at recess.

I’ve got to admit that publishing this poem is going out on a limb for me.

At this point I guess I’ll either hear from you at lunch or I’ll be ready for you at recess…

 

Into the dark morn…

…Wandering. I search for prey.

Peace be within me?

 

Questions, comments and concerns…

…disappearing in my search.

 

As the dawn begins to break…

…negative thoughts fade away.

 

Sunbeams twinkle on the waves…

…flights of mallards head my way.

 

Into the dark night…

Mind cleared. I am homeward bound.

Peace has been restored.

 

 

Pete Anstadt

Grateful son to two amazing parents, big brother to an awesome sister, husband to the woman of my dreams and proud father of the greatest son in the world. Mediocre waterfowl hunter, novice fisherman, aspiring cook and recently retired high school lacrosse coach. I'm looking to improve my physical health and to find a way to turn my "work brain" off through exploring my love of the outdoors, spending more time in the field or at the sporting clays course and expanding upon my admittedly limited cooking abilities. I look forward to the chance to share my successes and to poke fun at myself when I fail miserably with anyone crazy enough to read my posts.

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