mindsinger | February 19, 2010
The organ commenced a rousing tune,
the creaking giant stirred.
The old man’s eyes grew misty and soft
and he spoke, though no one heard.
“I shaped you with care and my hands still know
the dimensions of every line.
How it feels to follow the tangled curve
of mane and trappings fine.
mindsinger1 | October 6, 2008
The crystal raindrops falling
and the far-off snow geese calling
sound a warning
“Summer’s drawing to a close.”
Now the Autumn leaves turn golden
and the laughing summer children
hurry while the gates stand open
for one last ride.
Soon the ponies will stand silent
shrouded in their winter wrappings,
with their panoply of [...]
Donna Swanson, poet, author, lyricist and artist, lives on the edge of the Great Prairie in Indiana. She has written and published seven books, soon to be eight, and is working on a chapbook trilogy of poetry introduced by Gloria Gaither. She has carved three full-size carousel figures and dozens of miniatures. Swanson writes two columns for her home-town newspaper: one for adults, Donna’s Country Roads, and one for children, Granny’s Place. Bible student and teacher of adult Bible classes for over thirty years, her poetry and prose are deeply rooted in her faith.
