Dean Meredith

The Cold Old Forest - Poem by Dean Meredith

Snowflakes softly falling, falling
Wind and wolves calling, calling
Pine trees pointing soaring, soaring
Brown bears snoozing snoring, snoring
Field mice scurry hiding, hiding
Wild cat chasing sliding, sliding
Fat moon smiling beaming, beaming
Winter’s breath steaming, steaming

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  • (12/3/2011 11:59:00 AM)

    Oh, I like this... the repetition gives it a flow, as if we are riding a breeze into your wooded world that you are sharing with us. Very nice. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 1, 2011

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