Greeting Card Maker | Poem Art Generator

Free online greeting card maker or poetry art generator. Create free custom printable greeting cards or art from photos and text online. Use PoetrySoup's free online software to make greeting cards from poems, quotes, or your own words. Generate memes, cards, or poetry art for any occasion; weddings, anniversaries, holidays, etc (See examples here). Make a card to show your loved one how special they are to you. Once you make a card, you can email it, download the photo graphic, or share it with others on your favorite social network site like Facebook. Also, you can create shareable and downloadable cards from poetry on PoetrySoup. Use our poetry search engine to find the perfect poem, and then click the camera icon to create the card or art.

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Sunday drives into the country, escaping the heat from the city, passing tobacco farms along the way, with old barns and rusty Coca-Cola signs resting against their weathered sides. Driving along the narrow two-lane road we count the number of RFD mail boxes placed in painted milk cans which announce the rural ambience of each home, we stare out the windows and enjoy the quietness. A village general store greets and beckons us to stop, farmers with straw hats and ladies in full shirt-waist dresses are gathered on the front porch chatting to one another and enjoying the cool ice cream cones wrapped in napkins, our mouths water at the refreshing and delightful treat. We leave our station wagon and run into the store to explore smells of chocolate fudge, cinnamon and scented candles which capture our senses----we are excited as we run around and take in the attractive displays trying to discover all the treasures, our parents remind us that we stopped for ice cream and not play. . Grabbing our hands our parents lead us to our original goal, ordering ice cream cones at the counter for the entire family, napkins are passed around but it doesn't matter since our faces are smeared with the heavenly flavors of strawberry, maple and other combinations making us lick the left-over goodness. Further down the road we see a crumbling stone fence so typical of olden times as we are told by our parents who insist we stop by and take a closer look at the unique formation of bucolic New England, old stone fences are boring to us, we would rather see horses galloping away in meadows as if something scary was chasing them. As we walk along the fence line of gray stone we discover a saltbox home partially hidden by maple trees which house chatty squirrels and singing birds announcing our intrusion of their territory----we whisper not wanting to upset their domain and trying not to look obvious as we enjoy the sight, a lady opens the front door and stares at us as we wave at her. The sun is setting and it is time to drive home after the excursion, my brother and I are sound asleep as our mother turns around with a smile on her face knowing that the rest of the trip will remain quiet except for our child-like snoring which interrupts her conversation with our dad by an occasional giggle from us adding to the Sunday drive into the country.
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