For today’s prompt, write a local poem. By local, I’m thinking of something that happens or has happened in your neck of the woods, but you know, I’m never against poets bending and/or breaking my rules. So feel free to play with the concept of local however you wish.
THE WHALES SING NO MORE
A very rural area is North Norfolk,
Green fields spread down to the sea
Tractors, pig farms and caravans.
Holidaymakers visiting the beaches,
Nothing much happens in Norfolk,
The North folk live life in peace.
Rough seas and high winds prevail.
The news of the day is alarming,
The sea has washed up a dead whale.
The second whale sadly to suffer
Unexplained death from the sea.
Two magnificent creatures will sing no more.
By John Yeo~~27th November 2013
A very rural area is North Norfolk,
Green fields spread down to the sea
Tractors, pig farms and caravans.
Holidaymakers visiting the beaches,
Nothing much happens in Norfolk,
The North folk live life in peace.
Rough seas and high winds prevail.
The news of the day is alarming,
The sea has washed up a dead whale.
The second whale sadly to suffer
Unexplained death from the sea.
Two magnificent creatures will sing no more.
By John Yeo~~27th November 2013
Copyright Poem by John Yeo © 27/11/2013 All rights reserved
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