Poetry by T

Calls

in the style of Walt Whitman

I hear nature calling, various beckonings I hear

Those of the trumpeter swans, each calling for my attention

Those of the bison, strong and true, holding the land together

Those of the eagle controlling flight

Those of the geysers squirting with freedom

And those of the river brimming with stories

I wonder what call I will have to place in their memories

For theirs are those that intrigue me

Sky

in the style of Emily Dickinson

An everywhere of blue

With silver lining coming through

To keep it all together

The space called sky