A Stone In the Cold
Once a marksman was in the woods to hunt
He met a snipe as he was on his way
Snipe said “don’t hunt my kids if you confront
As they have gone in the forest to play”.
"Alright, But how shall I know they’re your kids?
Tell me something about what they look like?"
"Oh, Marksman, they’re the most beautiful kids!"
Nodding not to shoot them, went on his hike.
On return, a string of young snipes he held
The snipe crying looking at her kids dead.
"Oh, why didn’t you shoot me in my kids’ stead?"
"I’ve shot the ugly I could find instead."
The snipe said “Woe to me, don't you know” fool”
Moms think their children the most beautiful”.
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March 12, 2014
Dr.Ram Mehta
Form: Sonnet
Third Place Win
Contest:Hunt for a Sonnet Gems & Seven Stones in the Crown by Debbie Guzzi
PS: I had entered this poem on 3/4/14 but I was giving final once over to the poem, I don't know somewhere I clicked and the whole page went blank. So I have reposted it again
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