Sara Kendrick Poet Quintain (English)

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The Pan of Plums

 As the old broom glides across the floor
Sweeping up remnants of lunch's crumbs
Someone rings the bell at the den door
I leave dog hair, spilled food and come
My love greets me with a pan of plums 

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M. L. Kiser July 29, 2017 at 4:58 PM Ummm. are you making some plum pudding? A tasty quintain.

Jack Horne July 27, 2017 at 11:41 AM lovely English Quintain, my friend Sara Kendrick July 27, 2017 at 3:32 PM Jack, Thanks for the visit and the kind review..Your presence at my work is uplifting..Sara

Andrea Dietrich July 26, 2017 at 5:36 PM This is really really nice, Sara. I love it! Just a slice of time so nicely rhymed. Where is this story you told me about? Sara Kendrick July 27, 2017 at 3:33 PM Andrea, A slice of time waiting to eat the plum..Thanks for dropping by..Your visit is greatly appreciated..Sara

Joanna Daniel July 26, 2017 at 8:23 AM Wow, that's so nice, great example, Sara:) Sara Kendrick July 26, 2017 at 9:05 AM Jo, Thanks for the kind review..I hope that you enter the contest..I have had some great ones so far..Enjoyed reading each one of them..Sara

Russell Sivey July 25, 2017 at 10:17 PM Beautifully crafted write my friend! I'm always impressed with your poetry, and it's getting quite masterful now days! I loved reading this wondrous poem this evening! Thank you for sharing this illustrious piece! Great Work!! Sara Kendrick July 26, 2017 at 5:18 AM Russell, Thanks for dropping by..Good to see an updated picture..I have a contest going that you might want to enter. This poem is an example of what I would like in the contest..I know you can do one..Sara