Mishaland Poem by Kseniya Rundel
Mishaland
Misha land, do you know,
Is a land in the North.
It's not always to snow
And too sharp with a frost.
Only nine months a year.
All this time bears sleep
And don't wander the streets.
In spring bears wake up and make
The bast shoes that out of date
To present them to their girl-friends.
And for this the life here does stand!
But sometimes they meet ginger foxes
And make revolutions and boxes.
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5/4/2024 5:00:05 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Great poem. Very well described. Great imagery and style. Excellent stuff. I rate it 10. Thanks for sharing..... Please read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2. Please use the search box by typing the name of the poem if the page doesn't open with the title of the poem.