My Big Brother's Poems

I am not the only one in the family who writes poems. My big brother does too.
Some of the poems are hard. So you might need to read them more than once.


Snow day
By David Shurland

On a beautiful winter day
a child plays in the snow
covered like a powdered doughnut
the cold wet flakes suck heat from chubby cheeks
leaving them bright red
cool crisp air
bites my nose
my joy still distracts me
pure enjoyment
no worries or appointments
a whole day of ice and snow
an ideal life.






Down By The Lake
By David Shurland

glimmering rippling waves
crashing against the shore
shoes tapping on the wooden dock
people chattering
a herd of wooden rowboats
knocking on hollow wood
a clear blue sky
lungs full of fresh air
breeze blowing through loose clothing
sun shining down
trees swaying by the wood
an ideal day by the lake.





Nothing
By David Shurland

So much depends upon
nothing
the innovations that consumes us
most are unseen and unheard
impossible to touch
but to us they are real
so much waits beneath your fingertips
but is it really worth your time?
what if it all disappeared in one day?
could we live?