Thank you, Anni. Maybe I'm a masochist because I do like making things difficult for myself. I considered rhyming each line as well, but that was a bridge too far. Perhaps next time...
Go straight on here for a mile,
get into the field by a stile,
on through the wheat to the trees,
on your left are the hives of the bees,
past the wood there’s the church tower,
its bell will toll for the hour,
follow the river downstream,
and by then you should wake from this dream.
Line count: 8
Rhymed aabb
For Express It In Eight, 10.17.23
Prompt: Write a navigation poem.
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