We in the UK are experiencing weather which we are certainly not used to. Sun and heat!
My next poem attempt will be a good one to read in the sun!
This is the first poem that I wrote.
It was part of a task at university where we were given a number of words that we needed to include into the piece. The words I chose were feud, whir, Blackberry and a couple of other which I cannot remember.
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Standing upright, forgetting the past feuds,
Blades of grass, stroke between my toes,
Clouds afloat on the deep blue,
Wind hits the trees, peeling to a whir,
Curls of smoke cascade the flame, cooking raw meat.
Dangling hand feels the rough, moist lick from the Spaniel,
The Blackberry drones against the wood,
The bass of voices vibrate through the ground,
Followed by a roar of laughter,
Forgetting the past feuds, I stand upright.
I join my family around the fire.
By T. J. Blake