
06-01-2008, 04:11 PM
Here's a poem that I'm particularly proud of. If any of you have read Wordsworth, this was an 'emulate the master' excercise, so you might recognize similarities in rhythm and end rhyme.
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Rain
The many droplets drown the ground,
Though small and weak they come down still,
And all at once collide and pound.
They fly from heaven with pure will.
And all the people turned to look,
As endless lands the small drops shook.
Relentless as the sea untamed,
And with vitality’s rebirth,
The raindrops gathered for one aim,
One common goal to cleanse the earth,
And make things grow and thrive again,
And wash away the trash of men.
While watching such a pretty sight,
The people’s hearts felt bright with glee.
The sun came out with cheer and light,
And raindrops glistened gorgeously.
And from this happy atmosphere
I learned why raindrops are so dear.
One raindrop may not do much good,
And neither two nor three nor ten,
But rain with many droplets could
Make nature stronger than us men.
We boast of powers strong as steel,
But nature can endure and heal.
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