Dormant the trees, of winter no more
blossoming, bear fruit, children adore.
Up in Vermont, when maple syrup, runs still
winter-time maples, become teddy bear mills.
In a list
A contest entry
- Teddy Bear Poetry by piccola.
900 points, ended March 21, 12 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Thank you for your entry in my contest. This was a joy to read and an excellent take on the prompt.
Good luck in the contest ...
Sue
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I've often longed to visit Vermont. Not just for the syrup but for the autumn colors that I only see in photos or movies. One day ... lovely imagery,
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Well, if they can't get honey, like Winnie the Pooh, I am sure maple syrup is an acceptable subsitute. I can just them running around in the orchards with all the apple blossoms.
Nice write.
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aw I love the imagery the picture and poem creates.
I wish you luck in the contest.
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Your poem hold such delightful imagery. I loved the last sentence. This is wonderful. Thank you for sharing in my contest.
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Aw, this is so cute, 'bear fruit', great take on the prompt, Hon..
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This is really cute I love the picture and the poem best to you in the contest blessings always be well.
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This is great. And, it just makes this picture so perfect. What a happy image to carry throughthe day.
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Very cute, and funny.
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