Across a prairie field
My boots are heavy
I make deep marks in the snow
My sleigh is hard to pull
A speeding jack rabbit runs ahead
He shows me how easy it is to run
A rabbit has built- in snow shoes
The Dead Poets Society met in a cave to read and share verse. This group is for poets who are very much alive, who have words running, pulsating through their veins. From an outside landscape that can be harsh and barren, we come together in this nurturing, verdant oasis; fellow wanderers, wonderers, sharing our words.
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