As the cold, hard rain beats down
on the roads black tar.
I think back to my days,
of you, and where you are.
As I watch the rain beat down
from this window frame,
The joy returns of the quietness
in the country lane.
My mind recalls the beauty
and the rainy days so free.
As I remember these memories
April 5, 2006 at 1:13 am
Good work Leroy, if a bit on the short side. You use language well though and have created some nice images. However, the poem is supposed to be free verse (that means it shouldn’t rhyme) and is supposed to tell a story of change. This poem does hint at some kind of story, but I would have liked to see a bit more detail. With a bit more work, I think you could have done very well at this.