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Shadow

Contributed by Jeff_Scott_Morehead on Tuesday, 5th September 2006 @ 11:35:38 AM in AEST
Topic: ChildrensPoetry



Shadow
~
Mowing long side daddy,
On a spring early morn,
He’s been his shadow,
Since the day he was born.
~
Back and forth in the lawn,
He never leaves his side.
His feet match his daddy's,
Never missing a stride.
~
He loves to push his mower,
He loves to cut the grass,
A thrill to a little one,
But to daddy, just a task.
~
Oh how the pretend engine roars,
As it chops up the weeds,
Out the side flies the clippings,
The flowers and the leaves.
~
He could mow all day,
His feet never tire.
He’s a grown-up boy,
With his services for hire.
~




Copyright © Jeff_Scott_Morehead ... [ 2006-09-05 11:35:38]
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Re: Shadow (User Rating: 1 )
by silverscent on Tuesday, 5th September 2006 @ 11:47:54 AM AEST
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Aww this is such an adorable write. I could imagine a little boy around 4 with his plastic mower helping his daddy out with the gardening.
It had a nice rhythm to it and it flowed nicely allowing me to read an enjoy it even more.
I think on the very last line you meant "hire" rather than "hirer."
Thanks for sharing.

P.S. I dont mean to sound forward but I'd appreciate it if you could read my poem "she cut her curls," it's just I've had almost no feedback and I'm rather disappointed. Thanks.


Re: Shadow (User Rating: 1 )
by The_Unknown on Tuesday, 5th September 2006 @ 01:57:57 PM AEST
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aww this is so cute!
good job, keep it up! ;)
luvs ya!
~*Jess*~


Re: Shadow (User Rating: 1 )
by Winterland on Wednesday, 6th September 2006 @ 09:26:32 AM AEST
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What a beautiful ordinary picture you paint Jeff. I love seeing the world through your eyes! You have such a wonderful vision of the things around you.

hugs
Jennifer


Re: Shadow (User Rating: 1 )
by TwistedCage on Friday, 15th September 2006 @ 09:27:42 AM AEST
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I know a little boy just like this one, haha! He's my uncles kid, and he gets out his little plastic mower, and mows as closely to his father as he's allowed.

Too cute, and so real...I loved it!




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