PACE Global Haiku • Spring 2008
Dr. Randy Brooks

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EliseWildman
Elise Wildman

Country Girl

by
Elise Wildman

I decided to write my collection about my life as a country girl. I tried to show the importance of my family and my life. I like writing from the heart. My haiku writing follows the saying "home is where the heart is. My collection consists of haiku, tanka, and haibun.

I am a freshman and my major is chemistry with a concentration in pre-pharmacy. My hometown is Lovington, IL, where I live with my brother, mother, and father. I enjoy being outside and playing sports, especially basketball.


end of the bench
coach yells my name—
for water

 


a girl's shot
back in her face—
not in my house


icy walk ways
I pay no attention
until I am on my butt

 


mowing grass
in a swimsuit top . . .
free tanning for five months


My special place that I can escape from life is the basketball court. I love playing and watching basketball. Any time I have a chance to go shoot hoops I do. It's a great stress reliever. I can run out my frustration, or just shoot around and I'll eventually get over the stress. The sounds of the gym are very relaxing to me. My ears always perk up when I hear a ball bouncing and the sound of a swish basket is just beautiful.

stress overwhelming
I am calmed by
bounce . . . bounce . . . swish!

 


My grandpa was born, raised, and died as a farmer. He proudly owned Agnus cattle. He showed them for 4-H and let his four children show the cattle too. He worked hard everyday and never complained about how hard a farmer's life can be. He put his faith in God to provide the rain when needed, and to have safe planting and harvesting season. He liked to have fun with his grandchildren, especially when it came to tricking them. He could grab a hot electric fence and not get shocked by it. He would play tricks on my older cousins saying that the fence was off, so they would grab it and get an unpleasant shock. He would just sit there and smile. He and I were shopping buddies and would go grocery shopping for my grandma. We would always get a pound of baby swiss cheese and munch on it the rest of the afternoon.

hard working farmer
enjoys swiss cheese
With his youngest grandchild


staring at a screen
but nothing's happening . . .
my homework

 


old fishing pole
practicing my casting
in a green grass sea


country girl . . .
respects family
and the land they work

 


© 2008, Randy Brooks • Millikin University
All rights returned to authors upon publication.