The
            Poetry Of Scot Young


            

              

                

                  
Haiku
                  Sonnet: Love Letters
              
              

                

                  

                    
Haiku
                    Sonnet:
                    
They Came From Turtle Island
                  
                
              
              

                

                  
Haiku
                  Island Love Sonnet
              
            


            
 

            
Haiku
            Sonnet:  Love Letters



            someday you will read

            the love letters you have kept

            tied with red ribbon

            
saving a gentle 

            kiss to pull out when you are

            alone and no one 

            
cares about sunday

            afternoons and chalk drawings

            in the park. it will

            
be me writing this

            lover's letter disguised  as

            a haiku sonnet

            
thinking of you some 

            sunday remembering me 

            

            
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Haiku
            Sonnet:  They Came From Turtle Island

            
fall finds a chilled breeze

            after the apple fest sends

            tourists heading south

            
ojibwa brothers

            recall the sacred  harvest 

            following father

            
into the canoe

            knocking sticks pulling wild rice

            preserving ancient 

            
ways of forefathers

            before cheap casinos and

            bad river whiskey

            
a rice moon tells tribal tales

            of a thousand years

            
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Haiku Island Love Sonnet

            
stealing island sex

            hidden behind the ferns and

            the rare hibiscus

            
our hemp hammock swings

            between two curved  coco palms

            short steps from the sand

            
the blue water breeze

            caresses us like magic silk

            pulled over naked

            
strangers  locked into

            a single rhythm  of wind

            love and gentle waves

            
I   remember you 

            were as lonely as I

            
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Scot Young was born and lives
            in Missouri. He has been married 30+ years and has three daughters.
            He works in secondary education as a principal and also teaches
            graduate classes. He previous poetry credits, both in print and
            on the internet, include The Beat, Spoken Word, Asphalt Sky,
            Pleiades, Potpourri and Hemingway's Shotgun. His other poetry
            and writings may be found at http://midwestpoet.wordpress.com