Meadow at Bad Curve
Come children let us go
To the meadow the great meadow
Teeming with rabbits skunks new life
Bees varmints bugs galore and mice.
The meadow can be seen best
Just before the sharp curve turns west,
The sharp mean arguably worst curve
Slows you way down as you close observe
This one-third-mile or more expanse.
Low trees shrubs an English-like copse
A sea of knee-high grass waves within
Hide the absolute humming buzzing din.
Children hear the dry music crackle
Under the hot nurturing island sun
The warning throb of the golden thrush
July’s second haying soon upon us.
Peter Karoff
Peter Karoff’s poems have been anthologized and published in various periodicals. Peter has an MFA in Writing from Columbia University, and is a Fellow of the MacDowell Colony. Now a resident of Santa Barbara, he and his family are ‘long time’ fans/visitors to Martha’s Vineyard.
The Martha’s Vineyard Times welcomes contributions to Poet’s Corner. Dan Waters, former poet laureate of West Tisbury, will select poems to be published here. Submissions should be directed to dan@indianhillpress.com.
