The Concept:
Below are the six finished poems that were created, with the help of Larry Schug (an avid poet and the curator of this particular Collegeville Colors stand), by individuals who attended the Collegeville Colors event in 2013. The idea was simple – each individual that passed by the stand would write a single line of prose upon the paper. In the end, there were many great poems created!
Poem 1:
Sunny day rustling
Leaves respite from
The delusions of our day
New delusions?
Just delusions of yesterdays
I’ll set the
Beautiful colors on the trees flutter gently in the cool breeze
I like the lake and I like the
Beautiful leaves
Underneath the Chapel’s eaves
You should always roll up your sleeves
Peas are dried up like the leaves!
Poem 2:
Through nature our troubles we can release
Amid the silence of the rustling leaves
And the echo of the loon’s call
Only the footprint of the deer here,
The lake has blue waves
The trees their budding acorns
We are the oak.
The sunlight bouncing off the water.

And here we have deep roots.
That twine and grow to knit us together
In a forest web.
Poem 3:
Walking with family in the forest
Their smiling faces observing Nature at its finest
The simple soft breezes ticking our fancy.
All of the happy children climbing branches, admiring the beautiful trees.
The yellow, green, and red trees look beautiful in the sun.
Leaves sway in the wind.
There are many things you can hear, but not see.
The leaves float to the ground
The breeze is nice and beautiful
There are many wonderful colors on the trees
Leaves turn many splendid colors
Leaves fall from the trees.
Poem 4:
During the peaceful
Walk to the chapel,
Traveling up and down many a hill,
Listening to the leaves rustling in the wind and the sun lighting the leaves
Watching the leaves dance in the WIND
You truly are beautiful, forest.

Poem 5:
A soaring eagle
Spies a fish in the distance
And like a falling star descends
Into the blue lake for his meal
Comes up with a walleye
Isn’t that ideal!
Poem 6:
Red-tailed hawks
Fly above a blue lake
The leaves crunch beneath my feet
While families walk the “chapel walk”
And reminisce about walks past
We leave our troubles on the path
On this beautiful Autumn day
Colors dance within the seekers eyes
Among the colorful trees with yellow leaves,
Following my FAITH, forward I go.
Whispering winds and rustling leaves
Reflected in the waters below.
With translation we are transported
Into a world Unknown.