Air so pure the mountains appear so near
One would surely hate to fall prostrate here,
crushing fragile meadow flower so dear.
I find a rock and stuff my meerschaum pipe
while away the day away from the hype
where often in town they just frown and gripe!
The sun begins to show its final beams
I cast off my repose in hazy dreams
begin the trek back across yonder streams.
'twas good to spend some time alone, a wee cry
to begin the year, starting with a sigh.
knowing in the village friends are nearby..,
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| Writing Prompt |
Write a poem in any form or style, with any subject or emotion but must include the following words:
air - hate - flower - pipe - final - cry
Where do these words take you?? |
Author Notes
Write a poem using these words...
Write a poem in any form or style, with any subject or emotion but must include the following words: air - hate - flower - pipe - final �¢?? cry
Written in a tercet with 10 syllables, aaa/bbb/ccc/ddd
thanks for the use of Photo by "https://unsplash.com/@ivo_raeber?
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