James Foulk Poet Free verse

His Prize

Irish Settler,

            watchting by lake shore,

as a lonely hawk circles,

          around the blue velvet sky,

serveral times, then flies off

                       into the horizon,

then she beckons to her

         master as she

swims out to

          retrieve his

prize.


Written 6-1-11

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Black Eyed Susan June 15, 2011 at 7:15 AM you create a vivid scene in just a few words. just wondering, is there a reason you separated the lines this way? - curious.

Jack Horne June 12, 2011 at 10:50 AM Lovely imagery, James. Hope you, your family and, of course, Brendon had a lovely time at his party : )

Jeff Morehead June 9, 2011 at 1:05 PM good write James, as alway.... thanks for commenting on my last write, though it was simply fictional. Jeff

Robert A. Dufresne June 7, 2011 at 5:00 AM Ya just gotta love these Irish Setters. Also love Golden retrievers, James. beautiful dogs and so faithful.