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Jack Frost
Posted by wordsmith, Nov 16, 2009. 611 views. ID = 2965
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Jack Frost visited last night
and cursed the grass with hoary blight
the flowers frozen in their bower
wilting icily and dour
the doors and every window face
are covered by a rime of lace
and all the landscape frozen, still
preserved in beautous rest untill
the sun comes out to melt away
returning life with light of day
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Douglas
Nov 17, 2009 | This is really great...your rhyme and rhythm is so good here! I did wonder about this line, which made me stumble a bit: "preserved in beautous repose till" I think repose is pronounced with accent on the second syllable, which makes the rhythm stumble a bit...something like this might fix it: "preserved in beauteous rest until"
~Posted by Douglas, Nov 17, 2009 |
wordsmith
Nov 18, 2009 | It does sound a slightly better this way.
~Posted by wordsmith, Nov 18, 2009 |
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