Poems Where I Learn To Let it Out |
Bovine Rites of Spring Bright new pasture Awakening herd, distant moo Tails swish, lumbering hooves stagger, sensing the call Morning light streams throught the barn, revealing nature's bounty lush grass The feast begins And then, outside Struggling for a place in the sun Horns ready at a moment's notice pushing forth At last to graze to heart's content one sacred spot, untouched grandeur Glorious Spring! Double Cinquain Poem Inspired by The Writer's Cramp |