![]() ![]() Sunshine and flowers, rivers and rushing winds, ![]() Summer gives back the spaces of the hills. Where beauty dwells not, driven forth by man Where pent up human forces labour and strive, ![]() The voice of waters soothes them with its fall,Īnd the great winds bring healing in their sound. To them the fields and woods are closest friends,Īnd they hold dear communion with the hills Which spurs them on to any great endeavor, ![]() Some men there are who find in nature all Please share a link to your poem or the poem itself in the comments.Īnd thanks to Jane for sending this and allowing me to share it with you! I hope you'll join me in writing a septercet. “The wild can be human work.”-Helen MacdonaldĬool, isn't it? I love syllable counting, so this should be fun. An actual tercet is composed of three lines of poetry, forming a stanza or a complete poem, though this one also has a line syllabic count of seven. A septercet is her newly invented form, a modified tercet. Today's form comes from the mind of Jane Yolen. ![]()
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