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This poem is worked around the bout-rime words: butterfly, steam, cry, dream, hair, lake, mare, late, test, create, mess, sedate, scheme, wicker
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There is a legend about Missouri's Camp Butterfly
Bound up in ancient thermal steam
If you feel a deep longing to burst out and cry
Or even if you just want some space to dream
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Let down your hair
By Butterfly Lake
After a brisk morning ride on the mare
Don't worry if you get back to camp late
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For African teenage girls it's a test
Offering a chance to smile and create
To leave life's mess
And walk sedate
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Since 2004 this incredible scheme
Weaves and shapes the toughest wicker
6 comments:
Gemma,
That is so perfect, like you were just telling a story and the words at the line breaks just happened to be the "bout-rimes."
rel
excellent.. i haven't published mine as i cannot seem to make wicker work as the final line...
love it, you did well on this one,
great job!
Hello Gemma~ I love the way you wrote this around a camp. You brought the whole scene together with the words, easily too. Love the pics as well. Keep up the good work. Have a nice day.
A beautiful poem, told delicately.
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