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Pressed with a thousand needs
I repeat a familiar creed
One thing at a time
It’s the whole of my rhyme
Like the echo of a chime
One thing at a time
Slowly, like a sprouting seed
I look up and see I’ve done the deed
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Children sit beneath the spreading trees and read
Read
While the impatient wind turns the pages, wanting more
More
For who can ever have enough of such wonderful books?
Books
Sparrows above stop to peer down at the pages wherein
In
Dragons govern, heroes rise, fairies frolic, and villains lie
Lie
Even squirrels share stories while collecting scarlet berries
Berries
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In the shadow of Shakespeare, a summer's day begins
In the shadow of Emily, feathered hope flies up and wins
In the shadow of Wordsworth, daffodils shine bright
In the shadow of Tennyson, a mirror flashes with reflected sight
In the shadow of Anne, refining fire burns strong
In the shadow of Christina, goblins sing a scintillating song
In the shadow of these giants, perhaps my own will grow in alliance
Poets and poems referenced:
William Shakespeare, Sonnet 18
Emily Dickinson, “Hope” is the thing with feathers
William Wordsworth, I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
Alfred, Lord Tennyson, The Lady of Shalott
Anne Bradstreet, Verses upon the Burning of our House, July 10th, 1666
Christina Rossetti, Goblin Market
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