The Plum Grove

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
There's a funny story behind this poem. It was a class assignment back in high school; we were randomly given three words and had to write a poem containing these words. I believe mine were "talons," "whirlwind" and "funnel." Enjoy!

Submitted: December 23, 2007

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The Plum Grove

Slippin’ through a plum grove

Plums boxin’, aimin’ for my eyes.

Plums pum-pum-pummelin’ my eyes.

Explodin’ purple bang-bang

Purple in my eyes.

The toes in my feet

Clingin’ to the ground,

Curlin’ hawk’s talons

Clingin’ to the ground,

Tryin’ not to back away.

A purple whirlwind of plum-plums

Funnels round-and-round

And knocks me down!


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