Greats (Limerick) - Poem by Cynthia BuhainBaello
I will be as cool as Frost
And like Maya I will rise,
Brush aside Poe's morbid ghost,
I have yet to reach my prize.
There'll be some 'ifs' like Kiplings
Touching trees much like Kilmer,
But I will always write of things
Just like Whittier's 'Maud Muller'.
Bask in freedom like Emerson
Before Longfellow's 'Day is Done'
Work hard like 'Man with the Hoe'
Then 'Cross the Bar' like Tennyson.
All Rights Reserved ~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~06.21.14
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