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Fallen Leaves

This silly poem was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #52.

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Skipping through the woods

Avoiding all the leaves they could

Not wanting to hurt any

and let me tell you … there were many

Stopping every now and then

To pick the pretty ones to defend

Carefully put them into a book

not wanting them to crook

Taking them all back to their mothers

Perhaps one would use them to recover

Recover what? you ask

Silly me, their facemasks

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Stained Glass – Haiku

CCC#47

Brilliance of colours

Shine through stained glass reflecting

yellows, blues, and reds

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #47.

 

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #41

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Fred, look over there, what the hell is that?

Ethell, that there is a Canadian goose and he’s staring back at us.

What do you think he’s doing here Fred?

He’s probably cruizing around just like we are in search of food.

Maybe we should go over and introduce ourselves. I hear Canadians are quite friendly.

I’ve heard that Canadian geese can be quite rude Ethell if you get too close to them.

Okay, Fred then let’s get the flock out of here.

 

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This was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #41.

Day at the Seashore

4 stanza haiku about the seashore

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Bridge or Fence

CCC#34

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“Seems like a strange place to put a fence don’t you think? Looks like they wanted to give you the impression that it’s a bridge, yet I don’t see any water, do you? Want to go and explore?” she asked.

“I’m sure it’s private property but … what the hell, he said, Let’s see where it goes at least.”

 

There was a bridge, across the road

From here I could see there were toads

We crossed the road and to our surprise

The bridge was covered in big black fly’s

Then it hit us like a ton of bricks

The smell was bad and it was thick

So we left the bridge alone

Decided to run, all the way home

 

“It’s bloody sewer pipes. Why make such a pretty bridge over something that smells so bad!” she said.

“Come on, let’s get as far away as possible from this place. They probably did this to deter people from poking around on their property.”

 

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This post is for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #34.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Little Bird Changed The Day

Crimson's creative challenge #25

As the day got hotter and hotter

I sat staring off into the water

Dreaming of better days

Wishing the bad ones would go away

Worrying about so many things

Then I heard a little bird sing

My mood suddenly improved

I became quite amused

The little bird upon the rock

Made me smile, what a shock

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This poem was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge.

 

Coming Into The Station

CCC#20

I hear the train’s whistle blow

It isn’t going all that slow

Everyone get off the tracks

This is no time to relax

Pulling into the station

People waiting in anticipation

You can hear the brakes squeal

All that power, all that steel

Everyone off, it’s the last stop, the conductor yells

It’s time for everyone to expel

People leaving the train

Some want to remain

But it’s the end of the line

The ride was divine

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This poem was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #20.