Holidays

Here it is, the first Friday of the New Year, and the first poem. This poem was written in response to the homework assignment given by my poetry group, which was to write a poem about tradition. I’m not sure this is what the assignment had in mind, but it is what it is.

I’m not exactly in love with it, so I might try a different approach at some point.


Holidays

A kiss, a cheer, it’s Happy New Year
A toast for good things to come
We won’t miss the past, though it didn’t go fast,
This year left us all feeling numb.

With candy and cards, poems from the bards
Love often gets carried away
With chocolate and hearts, Cupid’s sharp darts,
Celebrate Valentine’s Day.

A toast with green beer, raise your flagon and cheer
And join me in dancing a reel
It’s St. Paddy’s Day, and the pipers can play
While we dine on a green tinted meal.

Chocolate galore, egg hunts and more
But there’s more to Easter than games
He died on the cross, we mourn for his loss
, He took all our sins without blame.

On Canada Day, fireworks will display
And color the sky with their light
Picnics and games, barbecue flames
The party lasts into the night.

Now summer is done, Labour Day’s come
No more barbecues, beaches or fun
Soon leaves will turn, piles of them burn
The season of fall has begun.

We all gather ‘round, a table that’s crowned
With the annual Thanksgiving meal
Turkey and sides, new dishes tried
A bounty that’s sure to appeal.

A fire of bones, ringed by dark stones
To celebrate All Hallow’s Eve
Witches and cats, pumpkins and bats
And ghosts for those who believe.

The stockings are hung, the carols are sung
The lights of Christmas shine bright
A star in the sky, leads wisemen nigh
To the babe in the manger this night.