Warning- primitive road.
Three adventures,
Continue on.

Path unknown,
Rocks threaten.
Meadow offers rest.

Yellow flowers,
Shine as bright as the sun.
The pines enjoy both.

Humming bees,
Racing by.
Unaware it’s vacation.

Domesticated animal,
Turns wild.
Free as the wind in the trees.

Turkey vultures,
Soar.
We are not what you are looking for.

Morning cool,
Turns afternoon warm.
Hikers: thankful for shade.

Large ears turn to listen,
She hears no threat.
Her hoves saunter on.

Catahoula watches grazers,
Very respectful.
Good boy.

Four cows,
Sixteen stomachs.
Understandably you eat all day.

Drifting in the wind,
On paper wings.
Flutters by.

The butterfly lands,
And waves.
I wave back.

Sun setting,
Storm threatens.
It’s thunder shakes the mountain.

Trees sing lullabies.
The gently falling rain,
Keeps tempo.

The fire dances.
It’s movement,
Warms three hearts.

Morning fog.
Sunbeams kiss wet leaves,
Shimmering.

Traveling along – primitive road.
Three adventurers,
Returning home.

Path now known,
Rocks permitting.
Meadow wishes best

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The American Haiku is a simple three line poem without restrictions of syllables or rhyming. Jack Kerouac revised the Japanese art form in the late 1950’s through the late 1960’s to adapt to Western Culture. To learn more about Jack Kerouac and his Beat Generation, visit http://jackkerouac.com/ website of UMass, Lowell, The Jack and Stella Kerouac Center for the Public Humanities.