(memory of McNally)
Grey sky
above the broken hill
plunging down-
ward to tree-lined
banks below.
Murky reflections
of school-children
clustered in groups
on long spring grass
their backs to me
looking and looking
for haiku.
………………………….
A memorable free episode with Nature spread brilliantly around us at the best viewpoint of the city and river valley. And yet some students complained they couldn’t write a 3-line poem or find a poem in/on that beautiful afternoon with Nature huge, alive, and singing with possibilities.