Last Hoorah
Red has tinged the maple leaves
The poplar turns to gold
Autumn comes on zephry's wings
When colors become bold
Summer's last hoorah waits behind
the stage and slowly bows
And the curtains will be drawn tight
As autumn's leaves do wow!
A type of Poulter's Measure
Syllable count 8,6,8,6 with rhyme on 6
Poulter's Measure was a name given to
the poetry because sometimes when the
hens were laying good the farmer would
give 14 eggs instead of a dozen(12)
Hence, 6+8=14
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler
Contest: Summer's End
Written: August 30, 2014
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