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This was a project I had to do for my AP English class and I thoroughly enjoyed it. If anyone can tell me what poem this is crafted after (not hard, though) I'll give them super chocolatey brownie points!! ^_^

 

 

 

Once upon a dawn morn growing, with the wind so greatly blowing,

There drew a sound of someone passing o’er the mossy forest floor,

Came the bright morn cool and dusty, brushing trees so light and musty,

And still the passing footsteps pattered, pattered silently and sure,

Suspending only to partake in stillness ringing sweet and pure—

Pausing o’er the quiet moor.

 

There his tilted head so slightly belayed his demeanor sprightly,

As he paused on his way to listen for sweet nature’s natural cure.

From his lips came gently pressing—quite like someone quick addressing—

A woeful moan for the lost and loved, noble and quick Menalore—

Ever seeking Menalore.

 

Here he continues on his questing, never even thinks of resting,

Straying to no city or the delightful ocean-eating shore

Never he will think of speaking, even when his bones are creaking,

Only ever will he mutter of the lost and loved Menalore,

That all but forgotten dying brother of the name Menalore,

Such a pain was ne’er before.

 

On the winsome traveler seeking, not a word from his lips leaking,

Only searches for the brother whom he once knew long before,

Others having long forgotten of the trail he once had trodden,

The seeker travels separately on through the peaceful, growing moor

Searching for the once remembered now forgotten Menalore,

Such a burden which he bore.

Edited by Kikuyu Black Paws
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By the way, for Wyvern and Silver Wind, I did read your comments on my last poem about "ne'er" and "oft" and the other words that made the poem choppier. In this assignment it was required, but I'll definitely pay attention to that in the future! ;)

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