Sonnet – NaPoWriMo 2016 – Day 23


Sonnet for St. Andrews’ Honour Boards
Anzac Service 2016

As season turns to autumn pay homage.
Raise eye to thirty six names written.
In silence, another honour list listen.
A remarkable leader, duly acknowledge.
Sometimes in pairs family names read.
Five thereof, plus a group of brothers three.
Great the loss within one small community.
These are the names of the brave overhead.
Red poppies lodged on the honour boards.
Awesome beauty and respect in our silence.
Of their sacrifice, we who live are their wards.
That all know, a peaceful world, seek guidance.
Sound anthems: Make me a channel of your peace.
Reflecting on our loss, efforts never cease.

Benita H. Kape © 24.4.2016


NaPoWriMo 2015 – Day 7 – write about money

It  Felt  Like  Play

A naïve and simple way to make money,

Following my brother early to the fields.

Those cool mornings, fresh air and the country.

Gathering mushrooms, each day a good yield.

Or mild February evenings after school,

Blackberries, rich pickings filling our buckets

Every contribution, though miniscule

Would add abundantly to our comforts,

When needing school books, a new pair of shoes.

Growing wise when seeking out our markets,

Approaching neighbours, teachers; none would refuse.

No bother to return to them full baskets.

Oh naïve and simple life, not for today.

A more gentle economy, it felt like play.


Benita H. Kape © 8.4.2015