Elemental Story (Polyptotons)

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Elemental Story (Polyptotons)

Alison

Member Rara Avis

since 2008-01-27

Posts 9318
Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy!

0 posted 2008-07-02 04:35 AM

The wind blows against the steep red rocks it had blown yesterday,
blowing tired, dead grass it blew into corners out of the way.
It sings at it soars over ridges, falls into crevices, then soaring again.
Relentlessly scarring aged cliffs smoothed by unrelenting rains,
and a baking heat that scorched the earth, scorching plants until dead.
The cliffs remain story-tellers of time as people have told why they are red.
They tell of the ancients, telling of their struggles to live;
tales told of elements, persistent, taking more than life gives.

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Alison

Balladeer

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Member Empyrean

since 1999-06-05

Posts 25505
Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA

1 posted 2008-07-02 09:33 PM

blows - blown - blowing - blew
soars - soaring
relentlessly - unrelenting
scorched - scorching
story-tellers - told - tell - telling

Ah, Alison, you make this old teacher's heart smile. You're like a budding rose, blooming before my eyes. You've come a long way, lady..I like your style

Alison

Member Rara Avis

since 2008-01-27

Posts 9318
Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy!

2 posted 2008-07-02 11:06 PM

You made my night. I can't thank you enough for returning to challenge and teach. You are the best.

Thank you.

Alison

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