on sunday afternoon
you pushed me in a rusty
straw-filled wagon,
and heard amber leaves
crunching under turning wheels
A contest entry
- Autumn life # 1 by Lavender Butterfly.
400 points, ended March 31, 2008, 8 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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thank you very much
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Its a perfect sunday afternoon.. great writ
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I missed getting finished, but I would've by this
well defined memorably, congratulations on the gold
this had soft strokes launching well from the painting, and yours felt like an indelible ride in your mind... not erased with older shavings or shucking. laughter probably etched it as unsophisticated possibility "you pushed me in a rusty
straw-filled wagon," with delightful results of a trial to polish up for retension.
sweet capturing,
babies are my subject
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So simple yet gracefully captivating. Very meaningful and your text and background fit your words so very well. I really liked this one... x Thanks so much for sharing and many blessings to you, Love and eternal light, Lavender Butterfly.
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