A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, . . .
Or so I hope. There is a proposal to frack under these woods, which I am hoping won't be approved.
Writer’s Digest 94th Annual Competition Rhyming Poetry First Place Winner:
“Plaints of the Old Git”
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Congratulations to Peter Hankins, first-place winner in the Rhyming Poetry
category of the 94th Annual Writer’s Digest Writing Competition. Here’s his
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3 comments:
I'll keep hoping! That second from the top looks like some amazing abstract painting. The brightness and the reflections.
Oh, it is NOT an understatement saying that fracking would be criminal.
aw hell
One lovely long tree of a thought.
Luminosity.
Let it fall gently like a magic stake through their fracking transylvanian hearts.
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