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Sad Songs - The Poetry of Homophones
Sad Songs - The Poetry of Homophones
Sad Songs - The Poetry of Homophones
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Sad Songs - The Poetry of Homophones

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This debut work of poetry welcomes you on a journey through captivating realms. It delves into the beauty of nature and the enchantment of the changing seasons. Additionally, it presents an exciting challenge to grammar enthusiasts, encouraging them to uncover many homophone pairs nestled within each poem. The author firmly believes rhymes foster language proficiency and recommends that educators use this collection to illustrate instances of sound-alike words in their classes.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherLulu.com
Release dateApr 2, 2024
ISBN9781445795928
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    WINTER

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    A SOLDIER OUT OF TIME

    Seize this chance, young man,

    To live as much as you can;

    Take some stationery with you

    And write to us of the view—

    From deep behind enemy lines.

    Hale and hearty when sent out,

    To their cause, he was devout;

    But too long spent in hailstorm

    Of bullets from both sides of war—

    Has left him with naught but scars.

    His gait is heavy, and his pain is much,

    He’s a pane that shatters at slightest touch;

    Churning seas stir deep within

    Not sure to flee or enter in—

    And so he stands outside the gate.

    The world that he now sees,

    Is nothing like that of yester eve's;

    And not to be contrary

    It's like he never left, but was stationary—

    While Time was the one that marched on.

    A BARN IN WINTER

    The stately yew tree bore silent witness,

    As the pregnant ewe laboured in distress;

    You and I were fast asleep

    From drinking rich, dark barley mead—

    The embers banked, and fields adorned with

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