Rip Van Winkle (Eap)
Legend has said, he left his bed, and slept outdoors instead:
With the rustling leaves of green and yellow
And the sky lark singing soft and mellow
In the shelter of a weeping willow
As the meadow grass became his pillow
For Brian Strand's contest: "Rhyme Time"
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2010
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment