Harvest moon lights up the sky,
a boys shadow dances tall,
the air is crisp and fresh,
ever so silent is the fall.
The crickets crick no more,
the frogs have lost their croak,
the birds have all flown away,
under cover of autumns cloak.
Leaves silent with heavy dew,
I can’t sleep with the sight of you.
Author notes
Memories of my first harvest moon.
A contest entry
- 'Quickie-Quickie' by Cynthia Gaines.
900 points, ended August 31, 2008, 8 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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well i agree that it is a very excellent poem and worthy of a trophy, but i don't feel it meets my prompt, as it only mentions the prompt and in my opinion doesn't really meet what i wanted the prompt to be. but still it is worth clappies.
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Sorry it didn't fit the contest, my best wishes.
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Thank you for entering our contest with your thoughtfully written poem. Best of luck to you, Poet!!! 
Peace, Cyn
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What a beautiful memory. I can feel the crispness in the air and see that gorgeous moon.
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Your song writing abilities show through in this. I could easily see this as the basis for a song. Sounds like some nice memories there!
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