My best shot died last year
Under the oak orchad
Filled with contemp
And bad chocolate
It sighed
Curling smoke
In the wind
And inhaling
Again
Robin Hood
Came running by
To steal an apple
For the poor
His passing glance
And his last chance
Lived all in the same
Home
My best shot died last year
He was penning
What he could
Under the oak
A contest entry
- Free verse by Tangled Angle.
500 points, ended September 15, 2007, 12 entries
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very nice imagery.. love your ending..congrats on the trophy..very nice write..
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A very well written piece very nice imagery.
Thank you for your entry I wish you Good Luck in the contest -
This is a very unique poem. I loved the metaphors. Great job. Thanks for your entry.
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Loved the metaphor and imagery, and even the allusion. Great word choice and diction. Helped get the message across well, very powerful. Thanks for entering and good luck.
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