August-4-2026
A Shakesperean Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Craig Cornish
I danced on a herbaceous woodland tree Twirling, swirling and swaying merrily. In rain and wind, I remained tension free, Accepting the vagaries of nature verily. With Autumn’s arrival, I have grown pale. As the season’s chilly blasts veer around, I fear I might lose my balance as I am frail. Anytime, I might tumble down earthbound. I am ready to accept my ineluctable fate. Like a falling star, I see my end near. When I lose my grip, my fall who can abate? Anytime I will land on earth, borne in the airy bier. I must give back the earth what was once mine. Singing my swan song, I will enter that holy shrine.
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