A Family Tree (sonnet by Joe, Keira and Daddy Pickard)

by Ben Pickard   Nov 20, 2017

I love to lie upon the mossy grass,
and roll around the ground and flowers there,
and then I stopped and looked around the path,
as all my troubles died as did my cares.
I used to worry over silly things,
but now I understand that I was wrong.
I listen to the birds as they all sing;
I hadn't heard their notes for far too long.
So now I walk the earth with joy and glee
and all the thorns and weeds are clear ahead;
the stream has washed away my misery,
and now I understand the path I tread.
When hearts are mute with concrete and with walls,
you'll find a way to sing when nature calls.


*I've been teaching my two eldest children sonnets recently
and iambic pentameter. They wrote the bulk of this poem
with only a little help from Dad!

Joe, keira and Daddy Pickard 2017


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  • 3 weeks ago

    by Kireasha L

    What a sweet and lovely poem. It must be in the blood....... :) Congrats on this well deserved win.


  • 1 month ago

    by deeplydesturbed

    Congrats Benny + Family!

  • 1 month ago

    by Michael

    Congratulations Ben :)

    What is so lovely that our families share our font page with us

    • 1 month ago

      by Ben Pickard

      perfectly put, Michael. Thank you.

  • 1 month ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    Congrats Ben on your win

  • 1 month ago

    by Brenda

    Congratulations to all the Pickard men on their stellar write and win! The boys must be so excited!

    • 1 month ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Only one boy and one girl, Brenda, lol. (and me) - my youngest boy is still a bit too young to join in just yet!

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