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Child On Top Of A Greenhouse

Rating: 3.4

The wind billowing out the seat of my britches,
My feet crackling splinters of glass and dried putty,
The half-grown chrysanthemums staring up like accusers,
Up through the streaked glass, flashing with sunlight,
A few white clouds all rushing eastward,
A line of elms plunging and tossing like horses,
And everyone, everyone pointing up and shouting!

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Karen Deeks 12 March 2012

Beautiful microscopic details unfolding through a youngsters childhood mischief. I cannot believe how little appreciation this piece has received... It to me deserves far more I love this... Nay I adore it... Karen

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Anne Bradstreet 21 March 2007

No

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Never Ever 20 April 2005

I need hlep will someone help me please what does this poem mean

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sonorous 03 February 2018

I take it your paper/written exam has long receded into the past. Think hi-ku.

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