Gently do the soft winds sigh,
Across this land, barren and dry,
The lilies on the pond are dying,
Only one can hear their crying,
Down beside the river mild,
Lies a tiny sorrowed child.
Across the land a man now walks,
Beside his heel, his small dog stalks,
Now it jumps and yelps and runs,
It knows the youngest of his sons,
Down beside the river mild,
Lies a tiny hopeful child.
"Son where are you?" yells the man,
"Speak to me please if you can!"
"What evil blights this cursed land,
What holds your tongue and stills your hand?"
Down beside the river mild,
Lays a tiny calling child.
The man runs down and breaks the gate,
But alas he is too late,
His baby boy is deathly still,
He's dead despite the man's strong will,
Down beside the river mild,
Dies a tiny cradled child.
A contest entry
- anything and everything, just entertain me by Luciferschild.
800 points, ended January 27, 2009, 124 entries
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this is a good write sad the rhyme is good but i agree with luciferschild its doesn't stick out too well thanks for entering my contest
~GOOD LUCK~ -
good poem but it seems a bit unispired, i liked the rhymes but it doesnt stick out too well, thank you for entering and good luck
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