NB This is a repost original was deleted. Unfortunately I was without an internet for two days and I am truly blocked. I am sorry but I shall probably miss some poem. I can't help it.
How pleasant it was to drive out of Louisville,
Accompanied by my dearest lovely sweet Jill.
Quickly we found a vantage place upon a hill.
A stunning scene before us was a joyful thrill.
A hillside green with ferns growing near a rill.
Dotted here and there birds flew with a shrill,
Sometimes finding some rest on a far-off mill.
I saw that some people had planned a landfill,
Big beeches, hornbeams, bushes of cranesbill.
But red dusk fell, Jill and I felt the subtle chill,
To a cafeteria we went for we had time to kill.
Categories:
hornbeams, 9th grade,
Form: Monorhyme