7:16 AM
Mr. B-G
At the end of a long, hard day.
I go my way.
Long leash in hand.
Feet in dark sand.
The wind picks up, dark clouds come in.
Far rains begin.
Distant thunder;
Lightning stalker.
This way the harsh kayos approaches.
Water blazes.
Never concede,
Go on? Agreed
2 comments:
Nice job there, fitzy.
I like it when it's raining, i really don't know why, but that's why your poem pulled me in. I like pretty much all storms, really. I like how you're talking about walking your dog through a storm. Personality, i would have enjoyed it more if it were a bit more dramatic. You sound a little worried, but at the same time, uncaring. I liked it.
The word choice of the poem is about the weather. The person speaking is the weatherman. The audience is the people. The theme of the poem is to always always listen to the weather. I like the different weather situations in the poem
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