Here is a poem I wrote that would fit in the creative nonfiction genre. This poem was actually fun to write even though it’s not my favorite genre to write in. What do you guys think of Creative Nonfiction?
~The Blessings of Walks~
I love nature, I love the trees.
The birds fly up in the breeze.
All these things bring inspiration,
On the walks I have bursts of imagination.
Spring is when my heart sings.
The birth of creation brings,
Flowers blooming and the grass sprouts,
I walk the street underneath rainclouds.
Summer is when the world’s alive.
None seems to be dying all is thrive,
The nights are cold the stars are plentiful,
The walks are best, everything is beautiful.
Autumn winds are cool and bitter.
On my walks it makes me shiver.
The leaves in trees are bright and colorful,
The wind rustles through the leaves, it’s wonderful
The snow falls slowly in the cold.
My footprints go on down the road.
The chilly weather makes me want to find cover.
I wonder if the snow will go on forever.
I love nature, I love the trees.
The birds fly up in the breeze.
All these things bring inspiration,
On the walks I have bursts of imagination.