The hummingbird was drinking up the Great Salt Lake.
He said he really liked the taste. His name was Jake.
'Twas early in the morn when he began his treat;
by noon the salty lake was down by thirty feet.
His swollen belly had become quite large to view,
so he had to disgorge himself a time or two.
He said 'I wish that I could do this every day,
but it seems the lake has begun to fade away.'
The Great Salt Lake, once full, is now completely dry,
or does some weird distortion fool my simple eye?
I smell the salty brine and hear some branches shake;
the hummingbird's now sinking in the Great Salt Lake.
I really like this. I don't think I could write something like this 'on command' the way you did. Five stars!
Thanks, Ron. I didn't think the poem would amount to much, but I was really quite pleased with the way it turned out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is also a 'square poem', as it has 12 lines with 12 syllables in each line. I didn't even realize I was making it square until it was all finished.