Saturday, December 26, 2015

The Winter Poem

What was, what was it in the wondrous land of
winter, it seemed very cold like a bursting wind
it carries out so suddenly and dhall, it has been
fallen of flakes and furies in the highest and old
fashion mountain of New England, it will be
fascinated adventure itself or within completed to
see the mysterious land, a land of magic, inside
of it, it was a icicle cave of wonders, a cave of out
stunning treasure, something is valuable of tasteful
gold in your precious hand in underground the
deepest snow in earth many of years, a young man
who found the old beloved city of luxurious golden
temples, it seemed the legend has begun and began
and begin either way, he climbed down the snowy
stairways of mystery, he found the legend strolls
in shelves neatly and sorted as well

Written by
Michael James Brindley
12-26-15  

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