I threw on my denim jacket and sweatpants,
grabbed a pencil, a sketchbook, some crayons;
and headed out to see what I could find
As Mother Nature's door is always open;
each one of us entrusted with a key.
I walked the trail until I came upon a lovely scene
of bell shaped blossoms and parasol trees
Settling there, I tried to capture colors of Fall,
birds that fly; celebrating the wedding of earth and sky
Where sins of mankind dissipate;
a hymn upon my lips did pray
May life as this
never fade away.
Author notes
wordbank: parasol, bell, crayon, sketchbook, denim, lips, color, fly, fall, sin, wedding, door, key
A contest entry
- ~Options~ by Dead Hair.
625 points, ended December 16, 2008, 16 entries
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Comments
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Wonderful and unexpected use of the word bank. The imagery is beautiful, and the message is positive. That is especially enjoyable because I have been reading tons of dark writes lately.
A nice, refreshing piece!
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