An ancient oak stands silent guard,
a mighty tree so gnarled and scarred.
Its branches rustle in reply
to mother vixen’s mournful cry
below a nighttime shining sky so brightly starred.
The creatures sing their woodland song,
a giggling brooklet plays along,
while pine trees whisper hush-a-bye,
their dulcet keys a lullaby,
the forest gently wrapped in moonlight’s soft sarong.
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Author Notes
Artwork by Albert Bierstadt.
A Florette poem, variation #2
Rhyme scheme: a,a,b,b,a
Meter: 8,8,8,8,12
Iambic beat is required throughout (one unaccented followed by one accented syllable).
Internal rhyme not required, but can be used to enhance.
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