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FC: A Collection of Poetry By: Brian Parkhurst

1: Nature: The tall trees in the greenwood The meadows where we play The rainbow sparkles in his hand Until the basket overflows with light Now day and night sit balanced The dawn of a glorious season Swallows and deer The opening of flowers One fine summer day I saw dawn creep across the sky Loveliest of trees, the cherry now is hung with bloom Only God can make a tree

2: Robert Frost vs. Randy Travis Poets and singers are merely one in the same. The only difference is singers are able to make poetry into a song rather than a recitation. Two people that come from different backgrounds and share different life stories that show the realtionship between poets and singers are Robert Frsot and Randy Travis. Robert Frost is a classical poet from the twentieth centry. Frost was born in California, but he grew up in Massachusetts after his father's death. Frost and his mother moved to Massachusetts to become part of the raging industrial economy. He graduated from high school and shortly found out that he did not want to continue his education right away. He began to work in the cotton mills and to write poetry after high school. Because of his growing family, Frost decided that it was necessary for him to finish his higher education. However, he never finished his schooling at Harvard either. He dropped out after two years and became a schoolteacher, editor, and farmer. Over this time period of post high and secondary school, Frost had been wrting a lot of poetry. None of the magazines, publishers, or editors would accpet his work. Frost moved to England with his family and learned more about poetry from the English masters. After three years in England, Frost had published a large amount of work that was becoming widely appreciated in America. He came to America and settled in New Hamshire. Here he worked as a lecturer, teacher, and perfomrer at the local universities and institutions. He became a well respected and admired writer and speaker of the twentieth century.

3: Comparison Continued Randy Travis is a world renowned country singer that is still a major part of soceity today. Travis was born in the southern United States as Randy Traywick. He became part of a large southern family of six children. He lived the life of the farm with turkeys, horses, construction, and singing. He listened to the classics like Hank Williams and dressed as a young western man. Travis spent his time with his family at local fiddling conventions, parties, halls, and places with eager crowds. Travis dropped out of school in the ninth grade, and went through a period of run-ins with the law. Travis performed as a soloist in a Country City, USA talent show and won first prize. He was recruited to play at a popular night club in Charlotte. This clubs owner, Lib Hatcher later became his manager and eventually his wife. He has won numerous awards and become an icon in country music. Travis writes his songs about everyday life in the South including the problems and joys that people in general face. In simple comparison, these two characters do not seem to have very much in common, but if more depth is added they become very similar. Ignoring the differences in lcoation and upbringing, the two men are very closely related. Both men did not enjoy schooling and further education. They felt that education past high school hampered their ability to expand. They turned to nature and the happenings of life to find their basis in life. Frost wrote about observations from society and nature. Travis wrote about ways of life. Both men used common language and simply worded poems to convey their ideas. They both enjoyed performing for audiences. Frost acted as a teacher, lecturer, and performing artist. He recited and spruced up poetry. Travis worked as an editor, song writer, and singer. He published his work and then sang it to the masses. Overall, singers are poets in disguise. They just do more than simply writing and reciting poetry.

4: Robert Frost The Road Not Taken: Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in te undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less traveled by, And that has mde all the difference.

5: Randy Travis Look Heart, No Hands: I remember how it used to feel Ridin' down ol' two mile hill Tennis shoes up on the handlebars Payin' no mind to them passin' cars No doubts, no fears Just like when you are here Chorus: No chains, no strings No fences, no walls No net, just you To catch me when I fall Look heart, no hands Took a little time to get up to speed To find the confidence and strength I'd need To just let go and reach for the sky You know, sometimes it felt I could fly No doubts, no fears Just like when you are here Chorus It doesn't take much Just a smile or at touch And I'm a kid again I can almost feel that wind Chorus Look heart, no hands

6: Jack Russell (End Rhyme) A unique dog breed They are set to follow their own creed A steadfast animal that makes up its mind They are a breed that is one of a kind A naughty dog that rolls in the essence of skunk But then they will tree a coon and paw at the trunk In summer they are a quick sprinter They slow and shiver come winter A compaion to anyone But at the first sign they will be glad to run A coiled spring of fiber and muscle This is a Jack Russell

7: Pine Tree (End Rhyme) A tree that has stood the test of time Keeps records of time in its sap and slime Into the sky it grows straight and tall Man sees it fit to use to build up his wall At the bottom of the mountain its set in the hairpin curve I hope the driver learned to swerve The tree was there first So it is fit that the radiator burst It can bear the weight of ice and snows It seldom breaks, to the wind it bows Necessary to everything The pine tree has its own ring

8: The Creek (Envelope Rhyme) The water that falls from the skies then flows to the forset below soon flowers and plants will follow in tow beautiful inspirations to the passerbys Water cascades down the cliff sides raging and crashing down to the valley with the rocks it will eventually rally to slow and in time become one with the tides

9: Poetry Poker When shrouded in the fog of the human mind, the ocean and desert twist together to form a soft haze. The Earth is the compilation of grace and dreams, it is the all encompassing soul of everyone. Humans should take warning and realize that nature is all powerful. After twisting and turning through a journey of hate, humans can find comfort by dissovling into a soft heavenly place. When the crust of winter breaks and the fog of spring returns, people will be joyful and will then be able to begin their journey down the street of life again.

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