POETS UNITED
chose the topic of Winter
I REMEMBER WINTER
(from my English childhood)
Windblown trees and long-lain snows.....
Ice on the pond where no lily grows.......
Needles of rain from a dull grey sky.....
Threatening clouds way up on high.....
Everything dull and dark and drear.....
Remembrances from a long-gone year.
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CENTIPEDE
A Simple ABC
A centipede polished his shoes
Until they reflected the views,
But he said 'What a pain!
I must start once again!
Any wonder that I've got the blues!'
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1 comment:
Nice acrostic! I think it’s not just dull and dark, but also lively, suffused with vivid colours.
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