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Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2007 10:44 pm
The fair forest wind whispers, beckons, With the promising scent of reddening leaves. And somewhere, near laughing, a clearwater stream, With water as sweet and as cool as a dream. The joy of the many, their laughter, their mirth, Give this, our land, new terms of worth. Look down from the skies at the vale and hill, Gods and men are equally pleased.
Step lightly now children, there’s danger a-foot. The precipice steep, the air not so light. The ground, unforgiving. Hard rocks down below. Sands of time and years of snow. The mountains are harsh, the land awfully cruel. On with your boots, heavy coats of wool. Summertime’s gone, a memory distant. But take heart yet! The world is still young, her land is still bright.
For the waves and the sand and the sun on the shore, Leave not but joy for man to endure. And the blessed gods in heaven above, Give us the nature, the right to adore. The skip of a step, light hearts and hands. Fill the forest with their light, their happiness pure. Rosy fingers of dawn now to light your way, The gods to protect, that fate’s hand might stay.
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2007 4:38 pm
I like.
And interesting rhyme scheme.
I'd look over it, though, and see if you can't change some things around in places, becuase the flow was thrown off a few times.
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 8:48 am
It sounds like you inspried to write this by Columbus landing the Mayflower because it had the 'brave new world' kinda feel to it, atleast i thought so. Nice Job 3nodding
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