Frost Poetry

The War Zone

The War Zone was usual enough; it had
long grasses, trenches, bunkers
And huts. Rocks, trees and
Canyons. Me and my friends
Did what rebels did - fought in the blazing sun or
Ambushed people in the cold freezing night. But,
One day it all changed, diggers and trucks
Drove down the road "Oh no!" they are
Building a house right next to the war zone.

The Bike Park

The Bike Park was usual enough; it has
Grass grown over jumps,
Big pine trees, three kickers
And a pump track I never
Went to. The blanket of
Children do what they want to do -
Silent moments in the air
Loose dirt on the landing,
Dust flying with wheels
Spinning, tyres thumping
On the Ground
Doing things fun.

Spring

Blossoms burst into life, while daffodils spread the fields
Happiness fills the air so that we can have it all
Trees seem alive now - its spring
Clean houses and the smell of fresh air hits me
Faces with smiles and the sun shining down upon us all
Laughing echoes rooms and families are happy now that the cold has disappeared
Life seems better now - its spring