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A fun and whimsical poem about child memories and magic.
What I liked most
I like the return to childhood memories, especially the stanza ending:
The words find the lost music, as I begin
to recapture the windsong from my youth.
In general, the whimsical tone and flow of the poem are very good.
My general suggestions
The meter and rhythm of the poem start well, but get choppier. While it is not required, or always desirable, to maintain a strict meter, it is hard to read certain stanzas when the rhythm is to random. An example of this is the following stanza:
From verdant shadows, a Norwegian pine
stands tall, its branches like well-muscled arms.
It offers a promise, against the skyline,
of climbing and swings among its many charms.
The first two lines have a nice rhythm going (and happen to have ten syllables), but the latter two sound too long (and happen to have eleven syllables) and you feel slightly breathless trying to get to the end. In particular, the last line would be better as if "climbing and swings" sounded equal, as in "climbing and swinging", and if the end "among its many charms" were tightened into something shorter and more iambic.
The term "bracts" seems a little scientific for the purpose, and while I love the use of varying vocabulary, this is likely to send people to the dictionary, and still be a bit puzzled. I'd go with something more like "The cast-off leaves rustle under my feet." myself, although it is obviously your call.
Similarly, "You call that singing," was his breathless retort, which should probably have a question mark inside the quotes, also seems a bit off with the word "breathless", which doesn't seem to fit the snarky comment.
Overall, a very enjoyable poem, which could perhap do with a bit of tightening and honing. Good job!
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