J. Dover Poet Rhyme

The White Cliffs

Toes curled around the white sharp edge
Head peering over the steep slope
Down down down falls the cliff
Yet up up up soars my hope

The rippling wind, the crashing waves
White foam against white cliffs- so grand
Furthermore a white sky dropping white snow
A white dress, and a white rose in hand

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Harry Horsman January 5, 2012 at 9:54 AM Beautifull, is this wonderful poem, congrats. harry

Carol Sunshine Brown January 5, 2012 at 6:32 AM Congratulations on your win in ~Brian's~ "Image" contest J. Love, Carol

Greg Stanley January 1, 2012 at 10:21 PM Wow, what nice tone and imagery, congratulations on your win, Greg

Nette Onclaud January 1, 2012 at 3:02 AM stunning imagery.. congrats on your big win, j...:) hugggs!

Jon Arno December 31, 2011 at 9:53 PM Congratulations on your win :) Best regards, Jon

Barbara Gorelick December 31, 2011 at 6:51 PM Must be a connection between you poem and your name..in any case..so well done..congrats. BG

Andrea Dietrich December 31, 2011 at 4:52 PM this is awesomely LOVELY. A fave on this!! congrats.

Robert Pettit December 30, 2011 at 10:01 PM I've been to France, but I was not in Calais where the White Cliffs can be seen in the distance across La Manche. Good wording and rhyming.

Juli- Michelle December 30, 2011 at 2:43 PM Reminds me of Dover, England :P (and your lladt name is dover, quite the coincidence there) Great poem, very beautiful =Juli-Michelle=

Francine Roberts December 30, 2011 at 12:43 PM just beautiful