Photograph of the Silver Lake Sand Dunes in Michigan‘Michigan Dune’ by Rebekah Hoeft The Society March 22, 2017 Beauty, Poetry 3 Comments A Pantoum The wind, it sings through trees of pine The breeze, it sweeps my senses clear This day shines bright, this day shines fine These dunes are bringing heaven near. The breeze, it sweeps my senses clear Awakened eyes view vibrant hues These dunes are bringing heaven near The air smells pure, the pine infuse. Awakened eyes view vibrant hues I taste the breeze so crisp and sweet The air smells pure, the pine infuse This wooded dune is my retreat. I taste the breeze so crisp and sweet On shaded paths with silk-soft sand This wooded dune is my retreat I lightly tread on paths unplanned. On shaded paths with silk-soft sand This day shines bright, this day shines fine I lightly tread on paths unplanned The wind it sings through trees of pine. Rebekah Hoeft is a wife of one, mom of two, teacher of many, and writer of poetry. Born in Michigan, she lived here for all of my 41 years, enjoying all of the sublimely beautiful moments that life provides. She currently teaches first grade at Concordia Lutheran School. Her writing has appeared in Safe to Chew: An Anthology, The Saturday Evening Post, and various places online. Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 3 Responses Rebekah Hoeft March 22, 2017 Thanks for publishing this! The dunes are one of my favorite parts of living in Michigan. Reply Amy Foreman March 22, 2017 Very nice pantoum, Rebekah! It is a pleasure to read aloud as well! When I read the line, “The air smells pure, the pine infuse,” I find I want to add an “s” to the end of the word “pine,” just to make it line up grammatically–a plural noun with a plural verb. Do you think that would help or hurt the poem? Overall, a very enjoyable poem. Thanks! Reply Rebekah March 22, 2017 Good point, Amy. I usually like the plural “pine” better than “pines,” but adding the ‘s’ does add a little more interest in the pronunciation of the line. I’m not sure which I like better–for sure adding it does not detract from meaning or feel of the line. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
Rebekah Hoeft March 22, 2017 Thanks for publishing this! The dunes are one of my favorite parts of living in Michigan. Reply
Amy Foreman March 22, 2017 Very nice pantoum, Rebekah! It is a pleasure to read aloud as well! When I read the line, “The air smells pure, the pine infuse,” I find I want to add an “s” to the end of the word “pine,” just to make it line up grammatically–a plural noun with a plural verb. Do you think that would help or hurt the poem? Overall, a very enjoyable poem. Thanks! Reply
Rebekah March 22, 2017 Good point, Amy. I usually like the plural “pine” better than “pines,” but adding the ‘s’ does add a little more interest in the pronunciation of the line. I’m not sure which I like better–for sure adding it does not detract from meaning or feel of the line. Reply
