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Saturday, April 19, 2008

Wet

My first ever attempt at prose...

I can hear raindrops
Falling
soaking dry earth
with moisture
Calming
the wind picks up
throws itself
against the cherry tree
howls around our house
But
I am warm, dry
those raindrops
are not
Falling
on me.

2 Comments:

Blogger Andy Moore said...

Well, as a rule, I don't like that style of poetry. But as it goes, I quite like your one here.

Bring back the green! I preferred your old Blog template, it was most tranquil!

5:38 pm  
Blogger Lydie said...

But I like polka dots! Anyway, I was getting a bit tired of the green...

6:37 pm  

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