He would appear
from the distance,
trundling his little cart
along the dusty Lane.
An oasis of colour,
he jangled,
bringing sweet music
to the ears of
heat weary children
lolling on kerbs.
The Lemonade Man
brought the sparkle back
with his fizzy
festival of pop.
A contest entry
- For all of my past contest-winners... by WhollySurrendered.
475 points, ended August 5, 2007, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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thanks for entering. good luck in my contest.
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I like like this
Its so simple and such a great piece of writing.
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Ahhhhh, this is wonderful! I love the write~
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Now; that' one person we never saw, only the knife-grinder on his bike, the rag-and-bone man, with his cart...And the winkle-man on a Saturday!...lol... I would have sooner had the 'Lemonade Mann'!...great write... DW.
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this is a good piece.
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Mmmm....slurp
My taste buds are zinging and popping just reading this poem! Isn't it nice to know what power your work has over other peoples' bodies!!
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LOL I'm trying to remember what 'hot' is like when applied to days. We've reached that point in winter when summer is a long forgotten dream.
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I want some lemonade! As soon as I saw the title I knew I would love the poem! Well done. A great piece!
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