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 ....:-)
A well-penned poem for such a sprout of that age. This is a good poem for a dark night. I like the font usage, it seems to fit comfortably with the theme of the writing. Although I must say I'm wondering what his ailment was? The plague perhaps?
There is such a mystery here... the questions that rise as to the stranger... the night darkness his cloak... You pull us into the scene and we all stand in wonder in the early morning darkness...
A very good first poem. Remind of the story. Where Jesus went to many places and no-one would assist. In the end. The poorest of the people gave him bread and drink. They were blessed and rewarded. Your poem ending was so kind. Thank you for a excellent poem.
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