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.


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3 Responses

  1. Rebekah Hoeft

    Thanks for publishing this! The dunes are one of my favorite parts of living in Michigan.

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  2. Amy Foreman

    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!

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    • Rebekah

      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.

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