A proud poppa
Watching his child’s first timid, awkward steps
His place in the world grows
With each placement of heel and toes
To carry on afterward, reaping what he sows
Another example of my new poetry form, Frost.
This one uses a word count rather than syllables.
The rhyme scheme is A-B-C-C-C.
That works great! I am impressed.
ReplyDeletenice...reaping and sowing yes it is true...
ReplyDeleteBubba Frost!!
ReplyDeleteYou are wise.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the tough love advice. Solid!
Nice one!
ReplyDeleteI like the rhythm of this!
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