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Spring Bares Its Teeth MAG

By Anonymous

Carry on into the distance
Where thunder rumbles and lightning strikes
Across the stumbling plains of Montana
The air, fresh from rain, cool and crisp
Just right for the green to show
And the flowers to boast
Strewn across the green meadow
Are leaves of old, dead but promising
Renewed strength given to the trees
Standing centuries tall
While I, five years of age, compare
Time slows with sly grace
And tiptoes silently through
As the doe cowers and eats
And the squirrels clutch fallen walnuts
All keeping up in the chilly warmth of spring.



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on Nov. 9 2011 at 8:39 am
Myrtle25 BRONZE, New York, New York
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Wow, I love your imagery!! I would change the wording of the line where the five-year-old "compare"s because it seems like too much of a passive action, how do you "compare?" The rest of the poem has active wording and I think it would fit better if that line did too.

doodie said...
on Nov. 3 2008 at 5:44 pm
I think this poem is very good and interresting

on Aug. 14 2008 at 11:06 pm
Wow. I like this poem a lot. GREAT imaging.



'Are leaves of old, dead but promising'. I would take that line and change it to something referring to life, not death. Like buds or fresh greenery. Old, dead leaves don't fit in well with it. lol, make it blooming, not shedding.



Other then that, wonderful. Kudos to you, Sam.