The summer sun beats hot from high above;
the grass is green, but prickly after drought;
young eyes stretch forth, like vultures, but no doubt
in search of Fisher fame only dreamed of!
So, weaving in and out with push and shove
the hierarchy's built without a doubt.
The old of soul, but young in skin, will pout,
but only mourn lost faith in those they love.
The days wear by like band-aids on tan skin;
they peel away the ignorance of youth.
Today she lost her turn—they put her last!
Tomorrow she will give them her lost tooth,
and, though they seem to win, as years roll past,
she'll learn just when to let go, and let in.
Author notes
Petrarchan Sonnet... definitely not my usual style! 
**Fisher fame refers to Fisher Ave, the street where I grew up. Actually the sign on one end of our street read "Fisher Ave." and the one on the other end read "Fischer Ave!"
Also, I can't get the background to change right now!! Grrr... so, bear with me.
I think I've finally settled on an ending I like!!
A contest entry
- Only Rhymes please # 2 Remember when we played. by januaryrain.
700 points, ended January 23, 20 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Be brutal. I can take it.
Comments
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well, you did it ... you wrote a sonnet.
even though it is written in a classical form, it still has a very contemporary feel to it.
I have tried my hand at this and failed, so can't give any insights.
even within this structure, your voice shines thru.
good luck in the contest.
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Thanks...
I'm often inspired by a challenge.
I never rhyme so I saw this contest and thought of what you said then just went to town.
I hate the last line, though. It's driving me nuts every time I come back to this, but I just can't make it right! I've already changed it at least twice.
Bah!
I'll keep coming back to it, I guess.
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Oh I don't know how to be brutal, Ok, your making me work for this contest, is that brutal enough. I have to google the sonnet. Oh right on.
The runt of the litter always got left behind or picked on. Sometimes that was me.
The days wear by like band-aids on tan skin;
they peel away the ignorance of youth.
I forgot how long the days seemed, they go by so quickly now.
I think this is am amazing write and I enjoyed it very much and learnt something as well.
Thank you for your entry.
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