How Nice It Is When The Sun Comes Out Poem by tyler eisner

How Nice It Is When The Sun Comes Out



The sun comes up, horizon east
The leaves soak up the rays of light upon them
Turn light to growth, turn light to growth
Against my face I feel the warmth,

The zenith highest point, direct sun
Jackets and hats replaced, with shorts and T’s
Snowboards away rackets with bright yellow balls
Down it comes, thwack, across, it soars

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i had to write an iambic tetrameter and could not figure it out at first and this the second version of this poem. hope its correct
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