Close to Heart

In a field, on a farm,

Where I grew up

There is a grove.

I'm not there often

Visits are rare if at all

But I will always remember it.

The tall, straight, perfect trees

The still, damp, cool air.

The mosquitoes heard but never felt

The frogs feasting on the flying fiends

I may leave,

Go far away and not return

but I will always remember

The grove,

Where I grew up,

On a Farm, In a field.

Close to Heart Poem

It’s rolling hills, and vast forests
It’s the sunsets, sunrises, and the star filled night sky
It’s farms, it’s ranches, and it’s rural lifestyle
It’s waving to your neighbors as your passing by
It’s enormous whitetail bucks, and huge pike
It’s seeding in the spring, and combining in the fall
It’s long and cold winters
It's short and hot summers
It’s sledding and mudding, and flying on the dirt roads
It’s good times, and partying out in the bush
It’s the only place I will ever call home
It is the prairies

Partenered Poerty Analysis

Saskatchewan is farming and small towns
It is flat prairie land
It is cattle grazing in a pasture
It is cultivators working up the fields


Saskatchewan is cold winters and hot summers
It is sledding with friends and hot chocolate
It is class trips to Table Mountain
It is town fairs and swimming in the afternoons
It is canoe trips and staying up late with friends
It is my home

Partnered Poetry Analysis Part 2

“The Lake”
By Chase Seargeant And Gregory Maxwell

Sparkling Water
Huge Fish
Snowy Winters
Bright, Sunny Summers
Rugged Pine Trees
Glistening Sand
Squishy Mud Between Your toes
Tubing and Boating and Fishing in Style
Moss-Covered Rocks
Rotting Wood Stumps
Luscious Green Grass, Like a Sea of Emerald Swords
This Lake is My World
My Life
My Home