Exceptional A Roundabout Poem for Potlatch Poetry Moon Magic by damommy

There’s magic when the moon’s at play the woodlands come to life with lutes and flutes among tree roots the woodlands come to life   A happy land, this forest fief it suits from head to boots this tiny clan down to a man it suits from head to boots   They came, this tiny caravan, and formed a masterplan They came to stay to live their way and formed a masterplan   So there it was their life began in woodlands quite remote contentment’s rife no daily strife in woodlands quite remote Recognized Author Notes The Roundabout is a four stanza poem, with each stanza consisting of 5 lines. The poem is written in iambic and the lines have 8, 6, 4, 4, 6 syllables, respectively. The rhyme scheme is aBccB/bCddC/cDaaD/dAbbA. L2 is repeated as L5 each stanza.

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