Poetry and prose for contests. The occasional "slider" poem. |
| Such a windy day at the beach! Towels and chairs flew out of reach. So we each ran for our stuff and hurried to pack up the truck. The sting of the sand kind of sucked. Just our luck to have it rough. Back at the cabin, comfort reigns. our day at the lake quite a pain. I'm too sane to try my luck again, so I'll stay on dry land away from the rain and rough sand In my bland, calm house I'm stuck. Poetry Form Information ▶︎ ![]() ![]()
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