Rowving Smith


The Mourning - Poem by Rowving Smith

A solitary patch of snow
Covered with a
Dirty icy crust sits
In the middle of the yard
Resisting the Sun
Trying to melt it
And hide beneath
The mud... and gravel...
This morning
A pair of seagulls
Landed on the snow
And started pecking
Like they want to
Break it into pieces
And help the Sun
Finish the job...


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 10, 2008



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