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Break of day
At break of day…
the swathes of rain
drifting Eastward 'cross the plain…
parted long enough to show…
a grazing herd of buffalo
stretched out to the far horizon
never thought that I'd lay eyes on
a million rounded curly backs
squashed like sardines in tiny
tin packs.
the swathes of rain
drifting Eastward 'cross the plain…
parted long enough to show…
a grazing herd of buffalo
stretched out to the far horizon
never thought that I'd lay eyes on
a million rounded curly backs
squashed like sardines in tiny
tin packs.
Published 23rd Aug 2020
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24th Aug 2020 10:09pm
I like the neat set of rhymes and half-rhymes - horizon/eyes on, swathes/rain, are pretty cool to my rhyming ear. I find the overall soundscape somehow denotes Nature's comfort of reliability.
Music to my ears, that be...especially
I like that bit about the naturescape
rhyme alone won't do it...
ambiance now...
completes the equation
Hugs...Ely
Gracias, Brother Poet...for the mini critique
I like that bit about the naturescape
rhyme alone won't do it...
ambiance now...
completes the equation
Hugs...Ely
Gracias, Brother Poet...for the mini critique
