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an autumn game of sorts
Contributed by
Rain
on
Saturday, 18th September 2004 @ 04:45:32 PM in AEST
Topic:
fantasy
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the wind blows softly through the trees
on the breeze drifts down the golden leaves
and on those leaves the riders fly
in their clothing made of bark
laughter fills the air
a circle of on lookers no larger then my fingers
dance and sing while watching the racers
fly down with the winds help circling round the old oaks
before landing eliqently on the frosty earth
it is difficult to tell who has won
for it seems they keep no score
and then their off again at the tops of the trees
jumping on to new leaves flying down again
with their laughter and their songs pushing the wind
which pushes them on their way back around anchent oaks
towards the frozen earth.
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Rain
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2004-09-18 16:45:32]
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Re: an autumn game of sorts
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by all4jesus_teen on
Saturday, 18th September 2004 @ 06:04:33 PM AEST
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That's a good poem. Good work. I enjoyed reading it.:)
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