Psimon Posted May 10, 2003 Report Posted May 10, 2003 Autumn's Turning ************************** Amongst the trees, gold leaves of fall, birds of a wing did gather all The Robin sang of his red breast and how he thought it was the best. The Lark chimed in with his two bits and quoted he admired Tits. The Tits responded much in kind. The Lark's high praises they refined. The Wren declared the Hummingbird the fastest wings of which he'd heard. The Hummingbird *was* swift of wing. Self praise was his linguistic string. The Bellbird's ring was heard to sound, how he thought Doves the sweetest 'round. The Dove replied that, to his eyes, the Nightingale deserved the prize. The Nightingale did erstwhile sing of happiness and other things. But now his song was silenced, still... They'd all forgotten Winter's chill. They'd sat too long 'midst Autumn's turning, harkened not migration's yearning So one by one they passed away. Their pride the cause of their decay.
Peredhil Posted May 13, 2003 Report Posted May 13, 2003 Hmm. There's some really clever wordplay and a good concept here, but I kept tripping on changing meter...
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