It was cold outside With mist on all sides When a galloping was heard From the west of the hillside The wind was howling into the night He got down from his horse And forced his way by There was a small brown cottage With a dimly lit lamp inside He knocked on the hard door With a timid knock Not hard enough to hear And waited for sometime His heavy breath lapsing against life The dimly lit lamp went off in a while He thought to himself and went past by And the stranger went on till early morn Before he died
NICE.......YOU DID A REALLY GREAT JOB AT THAT POINT OF TIME....................I also wrote a poem at 9th grade.......and it was just 10 liner .....this made me remember that...lol........................................................but this is really nice poem ....:-)
Wow, wish I could write like this. Very nice write I think. It sounds mysterious, solemn, and very old. Like, a couple centuries old. I like that. It's a very nice poem. I like it(:
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