The trees are a’ bend in the Autumn wind
while their leaves are all a’scatter -
The last on the limbs, still clingin’ to them;
red, yellow and orange all a’splatter.
The cedars and pines don’t pay any mind
for they know that they’ll not shed a tear;
For Winter’s the time, they stand in their prime
with the sun for the rest of the year
The air will be cleansed as the rain splashes in
the dead on the ground all a’ gasp,
A seasonal trend, that soon comes to an end
when Winter blows in with a blast!
Here in southern climes, the people don’t whine
soon that cold will breeze out the back door -
Yet, serves to remind, like a paradigm
of all that we’re living here for ...
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Author notes
Is there anyplace like Florida for the Winter?
A contest entry
- Paint A Picture - ends later tonight by tara wilson.
1200 points, ended August 19, 2007, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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If I had to chose another place to live it would be Florida. I don't do winters well. The only bad thing about that would be having to live with all of those people who can afford to come and share your mild winters. Best of luck in the contest.
Sincerely,
Leo Long
ps. This middle rhyme at it's best.
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I am not a winter person at all, so, I agree, I might like Florida in wintertime...thank you so much for this entry, I really enjoyed the second stanza
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