SOL Ends and Poetry Friday

SOL17 and Poetry Friday: Today's poetry is being hosted by Amy at The Poem Farm ! So make sure you drop by - you are invited. Sky Just after dawn dreams scatter without a trace somewhere in my brain; Morning redolent with nature, I hear a call so perfect - the sound of a bird - Is it red bird from his branch? You wait patiently; that splash of pink across the sky - color into a crescendo of light just right, but fading be from the sky above like a balloon being popped but no one hears. There is so much to admire before the sun sets; bless the eyes and the listening ears. Last week I put up a Scavenger Hunt challenge of finding the words to a poem using the clues to their location. The clues were listed on a padlet that can be found through the link at the top of the page, or by clicking on it in the side navigation. The poem above, is the poem I created with the lines in order, but not necessarily with the breaks