Friday, April 10, 2015

The hut


The cold air

A cracked door

The fallen snow

There will be more

 

The rusted bell

An old mail bod

A leaf that fell

A wall of rock

 

No door knob

Some broken glass

Who lived here

In the passed                               
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2 comments:

  1. Quinn ShomoApril 10, 2015 at 7:59 PM

    I liked your poem and how well it painted a picture of that hut. Nice Job!

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  2. UnknownApril 11, 2015 at 8:28 AM

    I liked the description you included in your poem. Great job!

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