A Hard Rain Fell
A hard rain fell over town last night
Beating down the crops in the field,
Disparaging still the farmer’s plight
A hard rain fell over town last night.
My flower bed is a depressing sight
The vined trellises I will not rebuild,
A hard rain fell over town last night
Beating down the crops in the field.
My flower bed is a depressing sight
A hard rain fell over town last night,
Disparaging still the farmer’s plight
Beating down the crops in the field.
The vined trellises I will not rebuild
Nature has taken the season’s yield.
written September 4, 2021
[This is actually a "trionet," a
poetic form I invented which
extends the triolet and blends
with the sonnet form of 14
lines.]
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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