Walking down Old Oaken Bucket Road
Amid the snow white angel lace flowers
Thorny bushes lined the sparkling brook
Crow swooped down to quench his thirst
Spongy grass clippings lined the tile walk
lyrical chords of songbirds saying good night
heading for home with a jar full of flowers
As I slip quietly in after my brisk walk
Down Old Oaken Bucket Road
Author notes
jar
ankle
chords
slip
lyrical
quench
clipping
tile
Snow White
brook
bucket
lace
thorn/y
spongy
crow
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A contest entry
- Garden's Words by Salt Walker.
370 points, ended September 2, 2007, 12 entries
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500 points, ended September 28, 2007, 117 entries
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this was a really great write and a nice walk dow Old Oaken Bucket Road =] thanks for the entry and good luck
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your words let my mind see everything as you painted the scenes beautiful
Riftkin -
A beautiful scene
A very nice poem that you illustrated very well. I love poems like these. You have a very unique style in your writting that I am not used to seeing. I believe that plays a big role as to why I enjoy reading your poetry. Thank you for sharing this. -
Oooo I love it. This is beautful, nice use of the words. Thanks for entering and best of luck!
^Xerox^
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