Constance La France Poet Rhyme

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Poetry/Rhyme/After The Storm
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1705-774-09
All Rights Reserved, 2025, Constance La France
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Written, February 09, 2025
For the International contest, 8 by 5
Sponsor, Joseph May, Judged 02/28/2025

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After The Storm

 The day is quite cold,
white scenes I behold;
yet, bird wings unfold,
and their chirps are heard.
I love each sweet bird,
oh, I walk a path;
winters cruel wrath,
and the aftermath.

Yet, our life goes on,
with no woebegone;
soon, snow will be gone.
And small birds still play,
no matter what . . . gay;
on bare limbs they sway.
They gather in groups,
leave like paratroops.

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Hilda Greenhough February 10, 2025 at 10:54 PM Birds are a positive sight in bad weather. Your poem capture hopefulness. I enjoy the feeling of a cohesive flock of birds. Constance La France February 11, 2025 at 1:29 PM Hilda, thank you for the comment and visit ~