The magic of March is upon us
where the muse, gently flows,
while a misty morning starts the day
watching the melting of snow.
Birds sing their every day tunes
I watch them flit through the sky,
such a majestic picture it is
winds gently carry them, as they fly.
The cold still lingers on
Spring is finally in the air,
but these gentle creatures don't seem to mind
singing in the tree tops, cold and bare.
Mar.21/2008
A contest entry
- Prewrites :) Yes, as many as you like, but hell this wont be simple. by xxRainbowDawnxx.
700 points, ended November 3, 1103 entries
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Great usage of the word bank! It was a delight to read! Thanks for entering and best wishes in the contest,
Frogz~ -
Good job with this one. Way to use the word bank. It really is a wonderful time to see the snow melting and the freshness of spring showing its face. Thanks for sharing your creativity and good luck in the contest.
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Ahh you have made me feel a bit of winter and yet the
gentle start of spirng,
well done love your word choice.
Blessings,
Frozentearz -
They are free, what's a little cold in comparison to wide open spaces? Ah it's beautiful...one of those poems you close your eyes after reading and imagine the moment...and I have to close my eyes because if I look ou the window all I see is three feet of snow and all the previous days melting frozen solid. Poor me, lol.
Good luck in the contest.
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Beautiful work
Took me on a peaceful journey Good luck in the contest
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This poem is your usual magic; it makes my muses glow; good luck in the contest, my friend ---
Lady D
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nicely crafted words.. March brings a promise of warmth and a clear sky of hope, grotesque picture of nature you've portrayed there.. well done..
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Nice Poem I noticed te robins were back yesterday woot woot springs here lol Good luck with this poem
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