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A place where people go to relax in summer - a Gwawdodyn poem. |
| Summer Playground? She loves to row her little red boat across the water to where she'll float and read for fun under the summer sun, her peace ensured by a makeshift moat. Around her, frogs croak their old love song, dreaming a princess will hop along. They sound so sad upon their lilly pads and yet they persist, their voices strong. Slim fishes dart through the depths below avoiding places the eagles go. They won't be food to feed a feathered brood except for the old, who swim too slow. And beavers basking on sun-bleached sands contemplate water management plans. They build at night then rest through the daylight, proud architects of the water lands. She thinks it is nice to get away and relax there on a sunny day. Around her, wetland wildlife live with strife, but she only wants to come and play. Line count: 20 Form: Gwawdodyn https://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/gwawdodyn-poetic-forms Written for:
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