Bluebird Day
It's a bluebird day she says
A what?
A bluebird day at the mountain
you know, not a cloud in the sky kind
of perfect bluebird day?
nope she replies, never
heard that before as she
tucks it away it quickly
becomes one of her favorite
new phrases
And then they are off
for yet another bluebird day
at
the Mountain.
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My sister's response to this post! Love it!!
The thing for me about poetry
is that I think it should rhyme
not occasionally or once in a blue moon
but absolutely all of the time
I like poetry that has a rhythm
a cadence, a spring in its step
so that while you are reading it slowly
it puts a bounce in your step
The bluebird sky was amazing
the skiing as flawless as the sky
the waning moon in the distance
was winking one bleary eye
For it was the same moon that kept me
awake for hours in bed
the pull of that moon was fantastic
I felt a bit over my head
So I'm not sorry that it has faded
and merged into the magnificent blue
Because if it had kept me up one more night
I would have been following you!
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The thing for me about poetry
is that I think it should rhyme
not occasionally or once in a blue moon
but absolutely all of the time
I like poetry that has a rhythm
a cadence, a spring in its step
so that while you are reading it slowly
it puts a bounce in your step
The bluebird sky was amazing
the skiing as flawless as the sky
the waning moon in the distance
was winking one bleary eye
For it was the same moon that kept me
awake for hours in bed
the pull of that moon was fantastic
I felt a bit over my head
So I'm not sorry that it has faded
and merged into the magnificent blue
Because if it had kept me up one more night
I would have been following you!
LOVE this!!
I am often adverse to rhyming poetry because I feel that so few do it well.
That said, you have always seemed to be able to make it work! Love this!!
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