Sandra Fowler

Rookie (February,4,1937 / W. Columbia, WV, USA)

A Hymn To Frost - Poem by Sandra Fowler

Old leaves have no defence against the wind.
A gray hawk is October's inner cry.
The bells of Salem church play elegies.
Distance becomes a single snowflake's fall.

The mood is blue as autumn's last frost flowers,
Small bits of heaven hidden in the grass.
Tom Roach who called them by their favored name,
Went home across the green fields long ago.

Yet sometimes when the light moves slowly west,
And bells summon a faithful few for prayers,
I see his shadow picking a bouquet.
To live in memory is to be alive.

For my grandfather who started to work in the coal mines of West Virginia when he was twelve years old.

Comments about A Hymn To Frost by Sandra Fowler

  • (3/18/2011 8:32:00 AM)

    This piece is beautiful. (I miss my grandfather desperately. he worked on the railway.) (Report) Reply

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  • (11/24/2009 11:41:00 PM)

    A beautiful and moving tribute.

    Stanza 1: The older one gets, the harder it is to defend oneself from the inevitable circumstances of life. Like 'old leaves, ' we become so fragile.
    Stanza 2: “Small bits of heaven hidden in the grass.” Trying to keep winter at bay.
    Stanza 3: “To live in memory is to be alive.” Such comfort this verse gives.

    And may you ever find comfort in your grandfather’s precious memories.
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  • (6/5/2009 11:25:00 PM)

    A wonderful tribute to your grandfather! Beautiful poetic imagery! You coul be a
    good landscape painter as well! 10++++
    -Raj Nandy
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  • Ashraful Musaddeq (5/29/2009 7:11:00 AM)

    A brilliant compliment allegorical words.
    10+++ for this excellent poem.
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  • (5/29/2009 6:32:00 AM)

    A wonderful tribute with a very nice figurative language..............10+++ (Report) Reply

  • (4/27/2009 12:55:00 AM)

    I see his shadow picking a bouquet.
    To live in memory is to be alive.....Who can describe the nature's glory, better than this poet in PH.....Good Write........
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  • Andrew Blakemore (3/13/2009 5:33:00 AM)

    A wonderful and fitting tribute Sandra, this poem contains such beautiful imagery. Love, Andrew x (Report) Reply

  • Fay Slimm (9/27/2008 11:59:00 AM)

    Came upon this piece jsut now Sandra and it touches the heartstrings, it is a lovely tribute to your grandfather/ thank you for writing and sharing. from Fay. (Report) Reply

  • (9/6/2008 7:26:00 AM)

    Going home across the green fields- impressive poem phrase, Sandra...a good poem...wonderful way of remembering your grandpa...10/10 (Report) Reply

  • Vidyadhar Durgekar (6/8/2008 8:36:00 AM)

    Old leaves......
    beautiful ppoem with deep emotions...........
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  • (5/21/2008 1:51:00 PM)

    a very beautiful poem Sandra. one can close their eyes and see the beauty of those fall leaves. i like the line a gray hawk is October inner city. take care (Report) Reply

  • (2/19/2008 11:36:00 AM)

    Touching tribute to a man who was probably a great one. Good job immortalizing his spirit. (Report) Reply

  • Cyclopseven R (10/17/2007 12:20:00 AM)

    Sometimes, our ancestors may trail our path to guide us. Deny not. (Report) Reply

  • (9/26/2007 10:38:00 PM)

    The spirit of your grandfather lives on within you. Your hymn externalizes that inner reality so that we are able to enjoy his presence as well. Then we gratefully recall our own grandparents. (Report) Reply

  • (9/25/2007 1:02:00 PM)

    To live in memory is to be alive. Love, Susie xxx. (Report) Reply

  • (9/13/2007 5:31:00 AM)

    This is really a very touching poem, Sandra..I almost cried..i read and read this..Your grandpa really deserve a tribute from a very caring and loving grandaughter..If he lives today, he will always be proud of you..not only for the talents that you have but for your sweetnes, gentle and a very kind person..You also deserve a great hug you, dear Sandra..
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  • (9/12/2007 3:20:00 AM)

    A class poem from a class act love Chris 10 x (Report) Reply

  • (9/7/2007 4:33:00 PM)

    Sandra, I blundered into this work being a fan of Robert Frost. I am so glad you shared the connection with your grandfather. The thing that struck so hard was that he wen to work in a coal mine at twelve. My grandmother was a fish monger for Gorton's of Gloucester. I was her pension check once and realized she would have been destitute in old age if it were not for my father's success. Thank you for your gracious reading of 'Home As A Silent Cathedral.' Bill Grace (Report) Reply

  • (9/5/2007 11:30:00 PM)

    A poem filled with grace - graceful rhythm, graceful images and a graceful subject. You capture the sweetness of melancholy in this touching tribute. A memorable poem. love, Alison xxxx (Report) Reply

  • (9/5/2007 1:26:00 PM)

    Cohesion was choppy, for me, Sandra. Poignant and honorable verse. best care, sjg (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 1, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, April 4, 2011

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