Thursday, August 18, 2016

Bad Poetry Day 2016

Up the mountain
To the summit we climbed.
Sometimes deer,
Sometimes cows,
Sometimes bicycles we passed. 

Up the mountain
To the place of trails we waited
And waited
And waited
And ate chips

We followed the trails to find the birds.
Not three-toed, but hairy, the woodpeckers we found
Some mystery birds and juncos, too.
No more as the noise of whining occurred.

Down from the mountain we finally came.
Cows we passed
and again.

Home, we arrived. 
The parents napped.
The children vegged.
The poem ended.

1 comment:

  1. The mystery birds have been identified as violet-green swallow and white-crowned sparrow.