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You're the Poet!

Fill in the below blanks with the following words

or use your own words.

Bring, fair, sting, there.

Stings of Life!

By L. Don Oliver

The sting, from a honey bee

The barb, still quivering _____

Plucking it, from my arm

Sometimes, life isn't ____

Less it be, I do not see

The moral, of that _____

Tis better, to mind ones kind

Than the pain, that it will _____

Previous Poem.

Spring's Calling!

By L. Don Oliver

Spring is yearning nigh,

Clover is in it's bloom;

Searching for a four leaf,

Hoping to find one soon;

Crows lounging in a tree,

Above farmer Brown's field;

Waiting for him to sow,

So that they can yield;

Squirrels inching from the nest,

Scampering down an old oak tree;

Dining from their hidden stash,

Until the acorns have grown free;

Maple embryos fluttering in the breeze,

Attaching themselves to the ground;

Preparing to grow and flower,

In their natural coming around;

A rose bud upon it's stem,

Dew trickling off it's thorn,

Praying that it will flower,

At the approach of early morn;

Lovers, hand in hand,

Strolling through the park;

Oblivious to the World about,

Anticipating the coming dark;