Rock (an acrostic poem)

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Reaching down for a nice hefty stone

Old cloud gray in color, it was smooth and rounded

Caressing it fondly, he rejoined the mob

Knowing he was without sin, he threw first

Meadow ( an acrostic poem)

 

Meandering through the tall grass

Enjoying the soft sunlight trickling from the cloud speckled sky

All while admiring the punches of flowery color

Dotting the serene landscape

Overhead hawks played among the updrafts

Winding down a perfect day

 

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Snow (an acrostic poem)

Slip sliding along the sidewalk

Noting each cloud I exhale

Overcast skies drop huge flakes on my tongue

Winter has decided to play with me

 

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