Today’s poetry prompt is based on the poem Father’s Day
Our stance towards our surroundings has been, of course, influenced by our parents and siblings or friends.
How do you see our natural world and your place within it? Do you tend to spin “grass fires” into “the smell of smoke and vanilla”? Or do you tend to need convincing that “camping [is] fun”?
Have you had some kind of “tree house, hung from an ageless pine” that allowed you to live fairly seamlessly with your natural surroundings?
Write a poem about a parent, sibling, or friend who has influenced your stance towards our natural world. You can begin your poem with a question, as in “Father’s Day”: Remember the…?