[Here's a poem I cooked up recently. It's not a patch on anything I've written before, and I'm still not sure if I like it or not, but it seemed like a good idea at the time ]

Over the hill,
A shining sun
A golden green field
Babbling brooks
Clear blue lakes.
Vast forests, a sea of green.
Gold in autumn.
Splashes of colour
The vibrant paint of a different age!

Woodsmoke rises
With the sound of laughter.
The light patter of feet
And joyous eyes.
The rustle of the leaves
With a drip of rain.

And all in the mist beyond,
gazing through a clear pane,
into a far distant country in a different world.

(Edited for minor typos)

-giggles- I like it, le Darrell... and you know what it reminds me of? The tag back when we first started. ^^;;
With the shiny autumn leaves, etc...
This is like... the perfect poem for that. -nodnodnod-

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

D'you know, I never saw that before. But now you mention it, it does remind me of that.

-nodnodnod-
That was the first thing I thought of, when I read it. ^^;;
I liked this one, as much as the other ones, too... probably because I could identify with it. -twirls-

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-