Crimson’s Creative Challenge #153

We came upon a clearing where

birdsong drifted on the air

and gently lifted on the breeze

came the sound of trembling leaves,

trying not to make a sound

we laid our coats upon the ground

and leaning back against a tree

we poured ourselves a cup of tea.

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6 responses to “Crimson’s Creative Challenge #153

  1. I love this. I love poetry that rhymes and has rhythm and is good old English stuff, inspired by the literary masters of the past. 🙂 🙂 🙂

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  2. I’m sure I’ve already left a comment on this. But I’m happy to repeat. I love this, Bobby, I love the rhythm and the rhyme of it and the air of an old literary master. Well done

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  3. This is lovely. It reads as warm and relaxing as a rest in a sunny forest clearing feels.

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  4. Thanks, exactly what I was after

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