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posted by
BC-A
on February 18, 2009 at 8:10 AM
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The cadence was fantastic! The theme is outstanding! I love rewrites, something always changes and usually for the better! KUDOS! sam
posted by
sam444
on February 18, 2009 at 3:44 AM
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Long months gone
The villagers gathered in the clearing to meet the elders
a meeting of the old and wise around the funeral pyre,
long months gone and ashes blown away
why where they here and what did they have to say?
The Wolf stood proudly on the edge of the forest, to see
Frog would not come, his spirit wounded by a Spider in retreat,
in a dark and damp place he called subliminal defeat.
The elders settled and began a fire, a feast away from the pyre
deciding on the fate of Frog, his friends and those that admire
a little Green gem in this forest of brine, darkness and myth.
For in the song of all things good, they knew he was hiding in the wood
the trees did tell the tale of old, his heart was made of gold.
Find the Spider the villagers said, and beckoned the wolf to see
they wanted this friendship to go on, so also fetch the bees.
Their demands were met and they gathered again, to be,
to tell the story, to search the woods, the sky and the sea.
posted by
patdole
on February 18, 2009 at 2:45 AM
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How Sad
How sad the spider must decline
the fresh advances of mine
to remain good friends is life's big prize
no matter what the size.
Wander in the woods and tug the lead
I let go for you to wander and jump at speed.
So spend a moment and rest i said
and let the sunshine clear your head.
When it clears you will return
because the Frog he does not burn
and although you want him dead
that is not what the villagers said.
posted by
patdole
on February 18, 2009 at 2:23 AM
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