Excerpt

I've been working on a children's poem for awhile . . . OK a long while. I tend to be a perfectionist when writing so if I can't get it perfect, I put it away until I have the time and patience to work on it again. Recently I have taken it back up to try to smooth out and finish it up. We'll see how it goes this time. But here's the first few stanzas for your casual perusing. Comments, criticism and compliments welcome. Jk about that last one. The story is suppose to be about how dragons began to breath fire.

Dragon Fire

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A dragon from the icy peaks

Of winter mountains high

Awoke with cold

Shook his scales

And took off to the sky.

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Flying high above the ground,

he saw the earth below,

Saw mountains, valleys,

Rocks and trees

All covered deep with snow.

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Sitting on the highest ledge

For miles and miles around,

He held his breath

And strained his ears,

To listen for a sound.

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But all along those snow-bound cliffs,

No breath could ere be heard,

No bubbling brooks

No whispering wind

Nor even one small bird.

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The dragon then with practiced ease

Let out a roar of song,

A loud fierce tale of loneliness

The wind, then sang along.

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From his breath rose icy death,

A sad song of lament

Of dragon woes, nobody knows,

And frozen years, long spent.

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Then as the echos died away

He shook his scales of blue,

Spread wide his wings

And flew up high,

In search of places new.