Poetry competition CLOSED 1st May 2018 00:14am
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNER-UP:
wallyroo92
Spring In Your Step
springtime
Snow edged round the fields like lace
sheep shelter on the lea
meadows patterned frozen face
natures ice palace melting grace
dormant months when sun is scarce
long shadows shorten, long coats replaced
maypole dancers lead the way
the intertwine around natures ribbon-ed face
light footsteps floras sweet bouquet
cupids arrow free to fly today
the young buds that dance a verdant display
the seasons arch composes its own march
for winters thaw our springtime meat
your heart the lamb religion needs
mothers day battles for canteen meals
cellophane sentiments nothing for real
the chocolate eggs supermarkets lay
the cards with nothing much to say
another season I'm not blown away
a sideways look at spring today
sheep shelter on the lea
meadows patterned frozen face
natures ice palace melting grace
dormant months when sun is scarce
long shadows shorten, long coats replaced
maypole dancers lead the way
the intertwine around natures ribbon-ed face
light footsteps floras sweet bouquet
cupids arrow free to fly today
the young buds that dance a verdant display
the seasons arch composes its own march
for winters thaw our springtime meat
your heart the lamb religion needs
mothers day battles for canteen meals
cellophane sentiments nothing for real
the chocolate eggs supermarkets lay
the cards with nothing much to say
another season I'm not blown away
a sideways look at spring today
Written by slipalong
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Dear Old Sentiment
The season is changing again,
The cool morning wind has a different scent,
There is a certain emotion behind it,
Spring is here, like a dear old sentiment.
Every day the sun rises just a little earlier,
My pre-dawn morning runs are not so dark,
The sky turns into a lighter shade of blue,
As if lighting the path back to my heart.
I’m an old romantic but I tend to get nostalgic,
With the sounds of birds amid the trees,
Remembering days of love and youth,
Like memories waving back in the breeze.
Spring is the season when I find my step,
Rediscovering my energy and inspiration,
Spring is the reason why I will never forget,
Life is full of possibility and expectation.
The season is changing again,
The cool morning wind has a different scent,
There is a certain emotion behind it,
Spring is here, like a dear old sentiment.
Every day the sun rises just a little earlier,
My pre-dawn morning runs are not so dark,
The sky turns into a lighter shade of blue,
As if lighting the path back to my heart.
I’m an old romantic but I tend to get nostalgic,
With the sounds of birds amid the trees,
Remembering days of love and youth,
Like memories waving back in the breeze.
Spring is the season when I find my step,
Rediscovering my energy and inspiration,
Spring is the reason why I will never forget,
Life is full of possibility and expectation.
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