Autumn's Bed-time Story

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    Autumn's Bed-time Story
    Autumn’s Bed-time Story

    Goldenrod, in Autumn nod…
    Consulting with the breeze.
    Evening shadows come to dance
    Sweet ballet amidst the trees.

    Sunsets cast a warm, rose glow
    On horizon’s starlight climb,
    Rows of sillouetted trees
    Swaying side-to-side in time…

    Bullfrogs call a slow, sad song,
    Fireflies flicker secret code.
    Crickets chirp a fevered pitch…
    Autumn’s bed-time story told.

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    SavVySam commented on Autumn's Bed-time Story

    08-06-2009

    I agree with Lena-This poem has beauty and rhythm! Nice Job!
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    LenaMP commented on Autumn's Bed-time Story

    04-10-2009

    Flows well, sweet and warm, shows imagination and good rhythm.
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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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