Master of Might--Charlotte's Contest
Path so narrow, towards the end it goes
A frisky signature is all it knows
Tender leaves with a splash of color dwells
No significant piece opens its shells
Riding a blanket, smooth across the ground
Straight it goes, just its harmonious sound
Fog entrances leaving spill of delight
No trees bring enough to detour the sight
Black as night it moves, ferocious along
Large and filled with empathy its great throng
Ground actually moves when it goes by
Blessed are the people that view its grand hide
Forward it chugs along, master of might
Through the glow of the forest, beaming bright
Contest: Any Subject, Any Form
Sponsor: Charlotte Puddifoot
11/4/2013
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013
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