Willow Weep For Me
...A weeping Willow tree
Whined to a mighty Oak
I am out of breath
I feel so sad
I think I'm going to choke.
I heard a whisper in the breeze,
That this could be our last day.
Many of our beauti...
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Categories:
tarmacadam, 10th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Different Sense
...Bacon sizzling in a pan
The aroma makes one hungry
The smell of cooking anywhere
Enjoyed by all and sundry
Tarmacadam on the road
A very pungent smell
Not everyone likes it
To most, it smell...
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Categories:
tarmacadam, 10th grade,
Form: Rhyme
High Season
...Nail clipped waxing moon
Tarmacadam cooling
Chirping birds retire
©DB...
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Categories:
tarmacadam, allegory,
Form: Haiku
Canvey Island Summers 1951-1957
...Each time my Auntie Rosa went to shop in the High Street,
She’d bring us back a pink-iced bun; it was our special treat.
We’d take them up to Grandad’s (we preferred to eat them there)
We’d scoff ...
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Categories:
tarmacadam, childhood, nostalgiahouse, old, garden,
Form: Narrative