Away the wood, I walked on Granite Shore
Pounding waves, like knuckles rapped upon a door
Lobster boat, weather-worn in winds that tore
And red-faced men, like fishermen of yore
Whose raw ripped flesh labored evermore
To work the sea that swept the granite shore

Still on a roll!
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What a wonderful rhyme!
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Thank you, Poeternal đ
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I love poetry that rhymes…this one is very nice..
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Thank you. I love rhyming poetry too. Sadly, it seems to have gone out of style among many periodicals.
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Go out of style…? God I hope never.
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I really liked your rhyming. It felt so natural and not at all forced. Beautiful.
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Thank you, Anurika, for taking the time to visit, read, and comment! I love the effort it takes to write rhyming poetry. It seems to have fallen out of favor with most periodicals, but I think it’s a wonderful way to express thoughts. Thank you for following me, too đ
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