EN340
/ IN350 Global Haiku Tradition
Dr. Randy Brooks
Spring 2005 |
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RAFTERS
a
collection of haiku
by
Angie
Hawk
Often times I find myself playing the role of the mediator. I am the framework that is trusted and relied upon; I hold everything together. I value knowing that no matter what I do, it is to the best of my ability. You are only as strong as your mind allows you to be, so never limit yourself.
Rafters began as a class assignment and ended as a realization of what is truly important to me: family and rural life. I hope you enjoy the experiences of Rafters as much as I have enjoyed writing it.
-Angie Hawk |
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rich prairie dirt
between tractor treads
long ride home
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chasing rabbits
through the corn
my dog's path, obvious
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thunderheads lingering
above still waters
he speaks of lost love
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perfect rows
through clumpy earth
trails to the horizon
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red-brick fireplace
great-grandpa's thumbprint
still in cement
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sittin' on the tailgate
still covered in mud
the rain fills our tracks
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rain covering
sunken stepping stones
their path now unknown
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fury of the storm
leaving the windmill
a twisted masterpiece
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as the storm passes
I listen to the rain
dripping from the tree swing
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darkness slowly descends
over the prairie
stars light my path
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warm evening breeze
a sparrow competes
with the wind chimes
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soft, worn leather
rocks me softly
grandpa's favorite chair
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creaking barn door
grandpa's hat
still hanging from the rafters
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ginger snap recipe
just the way grandma made 'em
sunlight drenches the empty kitchen
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star-studded sky
the gleam of stepping stones
across the frozen creek
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in the barren
frost-covered field
a fawn stumbles
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hues of dusk
amidst the hilltops
an eagle soars
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weeping willow
not even the lingering fog
dissipates old memories
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shallow river banks
rock bottom
... we carry the canoe
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legs dangling from the tailgate
we wish on a shooting star
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in your eyes
after the argument
heat lightning
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star flung wide
the dried up well
reflects my mind
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beneath the willow
rain still falling
from last night's storm
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Country Windchimes Haiku
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©2005
Randy Brooks, Millikin University, Decatur, Illinois || all rights reserved
for original authors
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