Here, far in the north
Where sun and darkness are long
I live, simply, here
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apricots blossom
snow falls, bitter, cold, heavy
I will eat apples
white snow is falling
where is the sun, hidden now
I streak through the cold
deep snow has fallen
conveyed me on this white path
the sun shines I walk
the mountain summits
white with freshly fallen snow
oh! my knees weaken
the darkness deepens
then, HA!, the sunrise follows.
gopher for breakfast
bright blue sky, warm sun
darkness closes in, despair
I am far from here
no time no breakfast
the winter goes forever
leopard growls in me
The cadence here doesn’t seem quite right…but it’s a start. You have to put the accent on the end of “rosery” and “hosery” to make this work. This time I tried a limerick…I need improvement, but of, course, I’m not Irish, so this doesn’t come naturally.
O’Leary donned his wool kilt
Counted prayers on his new rosery
He then picked some fresh flowers
And daydreamed for hours
Now he wears hot pink hosery.
