London Part 1

So, my intention was to tell you all about my wonderful London trip...but then I fell asleep this afternoon...all afternoon, so I did not write anything. Tomorrow I will, but for now I'll share some poems with you. Our poetry professor asked us to all write a poem a day for 5 days, so here are 3 of the poems that I wrote in London. Hope you enjoy them!

Peter Pan Poem

Danielle Willard

Hidden away around the pond

Behind numerous groves of trees

Lives a familiar figure:

His name is Peter.

Surrounded by fairies he stands

With a cocky smile and

A mischievous gleam in his eye

I'll never grow up!

Guardian of childhood

Now cast in bronze.

The Day I had Tea With the Queen

Danielle Willard

(Inspired by a postcard of the Queen)

Around the corner

Thousands of people crowded

Buckingham Palace.

There's a chance

She'll come out!

They said to each other.

Then bagpipes and soldiers

And silver lined horses too

Marched in through the gate

While, kids climbed the fence

And adults held up cameras.

There's still a chance...

Hope hung in the air.

The ceremony wore on

And the guards did their changing.

Toddlers began screaming

Some woman fainted and

Then it was over.

As quickly as it began.

Not today. They whispered

And trudged back to their lives.

Seeing their faces

I did feel slightly sorry

As we were sitting only

A few hundred feet away

The Queen and I

Sat enjoying our Twinnings

Determined not to be interrupted.

Too soon tea hour was over

And I had to leave her there.

Walking out I could see

Her forever frozen smile

And slight twist of the wrist

A picture shining in the light.

Why I drink Starbucks in London

Danielle Willard

for my father

Sitting behind my grande carmel frappuccino

On a pleasant chair upstairs

I look out the window and see

A street that could really be anywhere.

With its many cafes it's New York

Downtown, perhaps near Broadway

The cutting edge of modernity.

Or it's Beverly Hills where

Chauffeurs and taxis relieve weary

Shoppers of their luxurious purchases.

The Victorian architecture seem reminiscent

Of Old Town San Francisco

Where buildings cluster on hills like these.

Sipping slowly I sift through these

Images and pull out another

As a father and daughter sit

And block my view of the window.

I watch them talk and laugh

Catching bits and phrases

He compliments her schoolwork while

She asks about the office remodel.

Same time next week?

She asks as they get up to leave

Always, forever, whenever you're home.