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DEVON WENT A-WALKING
TO SEE WHAT HE COULD DRAW
HE HAD A SIMPLE PLAN TO SKETCH
EVERYTHING HE SAW.
If you think you can maintain the rhyme scheme and rhythm, contirbute a verse! (HINT: the more visual, the better.)
ANOTHER HINT: Keep it to ONE verse so the story path seems a bit more random. It develops breathing space for the next one. HEE HEE!
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Comments (29)
But everything to see had
A texture he could touch
And touching all that wonderment
It soon became too much
Posted by Myno | September 17, 2009 2:14 AM
Posted on September 17, 2009 02:14
HEY MYNO
Great start. Rhythm is dead on.
Posted by john cox | September 17, 2009 2:37 AM
Posted on September 17, 2009 02:37
HE PACKED PADS AND PENCILS,
THE LARGEST TO THE LEAST
HOISTED HIS PORTFOLIO
AND SMARTLY HEADED EAST.
Posted by john cox | September 17, 2009 2:45 AM
Posted on September 17, 2009 02:45
Where texture overwhelmed him
He grabbed the largest one
For subtle mottled surfaces
The least was kinds fun
Posted by Myno | September 17, 2009 3:32 AM
Posted on September 17, 2009 03:32
kinds => kinda (typo)
Posted by Myno | September 17, 2009 3:33 AM
Posted on September 17, 2009 03:33
Then when he wasn't looking
A misting rain did start
Dripping on his sketches
For a different kind of art
Posted by Myno | September 17, 2009 3:40 AM
Posted on September 17, 2009 03:40
Splashes from the grasses
And colors from the leaves
Caught a ray of sunshine that
Shone upon his knees
Posted by Myno | September 17, 2009 3:49 AM
Posted on September 17, 2009 03:49
Too many possibilities for the middle parts. I wish you'd used a limerick form so I could work in a few more words, but here's my suggestion for the last line:
THE MORAL TO THIS STORY
THAT WISE FOLKS USED TO TEACH...
"SET YOUR SIGHTS UPON THE STARS...
...NO TELLING WHAT YOU’LL REACH."
Posted by Terwiliger | September 17, 2009 5:59 AM
Posted on September 17, 2009 05:59
He gazed out from the brow,
Of the Father of our land.
What impressed him most,
Was the fortitude of man.
With wonderment and awe,
He began to draw the scene.
But then he stopped to think,
What does all this mean?
Our freedom to explore,
And build a great nation,
Will one day show us all,
The breadth of God's creation.
Sorry John, you see,
I couldn't stop at one.
Putting thoughts to words,
Was simply too much fun.
Posted by Tom Wms. | September 17, 2009 7:36 AM
Posted on September 17, 2009 07:36
You guys are too much....all I got was:
There was a lady from Nantucket........
Posted by GarandFan | September 17, 2009 10:19 AM
Posted on September 17, 2009 10:19
HEY GANG
You guys are getting this. Nice,
Posted by john cox | September 17, 2009 1:47 PM
Posted on September 17, 2009 13:47
I'm with G. Wow. Nice poetry guys; you've got some depth. Mine seem too simplistic by comparison:
He slipped down the forehead
and bounced off the nose,
Flying into the prairie,
our seer Devon goes.
When up on a hill,
the first of many he'd see,
Devon sketched the piped gnome,
puffing rings with glee.
Posted by Kevin | September 17, 2009 3:12 PM
Posted on September 17, 2009 15:12
THE NEXT THING HE CONSIDERED
WAS A HORNET NEST.
HE WAS INTERRUPTED AND
HE HAD TO FAKE THE REST.
Posted by john cox | September 17, 2009 6:39 PM
Posted on September 17, 2009 18:39
He stopped by a tree
to take a pee.
Found an Acorn
And Hannah made 3.
Posted by GarandFan | September 17, 2009 9:21 PM
Posted on September 17, 2009 21:21
Wow! I was out of town and missed this. Not that BB efficient. Great prose! Great!
Posted by Cowboy | September 17, 2009 10:11 PM
Posted on September 17, 2009 22:11
HEY G
What the...?
Posted by john cox | September 17, 2009 11:25 PM
Posted on September 17, 2009 23:25
He pencilled in some puffy clouds,
a jet trail became a street.
The spaces in between the clouds
were inked as giant's feet.
Posted by Terry_Jim | September 18, 2009 12:52 AM
Posted on September 18, 2009 00:52
Wandering throughout the land
He came upon a town
And just because it sounded fun
He sketched it - upside down!
Posted by Anonymous | September 18, 2009 1:13 AM
Posted on September 18, 2009 01:13
The steeple of the church became
a mighty Redwood's trunk
The streets and walks to branches turned, with leaves of sidewalk gunk
Posted by Anonymous | September 18, 2009 1:19 AM
Posted on September 18, 2009 01:19
And people! Oh, the folks he met!
Strangers at the start
But with each sketch he quickly learned
No strangers are in art.
Posted by Anonymous | September 18, 2009 1:25 AM
Posted on September 18, 2009 01:25
Oops, the last three are mine. GREAT idea, John. I'll come back tomorrow and see if I can submit a few more ideas.
This is fun!
Posted by Militant Bibliophile | September 18, 2009 1:26 AM
Posted on September 18, 2009 01:26
Devon tossed aside each sketch, as fast as it was done.
Sheriff John caught him doing this
Now Devon's name has been shortened to 50601.
Posted by GarandFan | September 18, 2009 10:51 AM
Posted on September 18, 2009 10:51
Devon stopped to take a nap
His imagination soared
His dreams reached past horizons
That seemed too far before
Posted by Anonymous | September 19, 2009 6:50 AM
Posted on September 19, 2009 06:50
Fortunately young Devon
Had not learned the great disgrace
Of forgone dreams & rubber stamps
And staying in his place
Posted by Anonymous | September 19, 2009 6:51 AM
Posted on September 19, 2009 06:51
HE CAME ACROSS A HOBO
WITH TATTERED CAP AND MITTENS.
DEVON SAT AND SKETCHED HIM
AS HE JUGGLED THIRTEEN KITTENS.
Posted by john cox | September 20, 2009 7:54 PM
Posted on September 20, 2009 19:54
IF YOU THROW THEM IN THE AIR
DO THEY ALWAYS UPRIGHT LAND?
WELL, YES... AS LONG AS YOU DO NOT
THROW THEM OVERHAND
Posted by I'm embarassed to say | September 21, 2009 12:39 AM
Posted on September 21, 2009 00:39
No not google, its the people. ,
Posted by Merlin42 | October 22, 2009 11:40 AM
Posted on October 22, 2009 11:40
Your disagreement should be couched in terms of proposed policies that divide people into groups according to age and determine how people should be treated in part according to their group status. ,
Posted by Kelvin21 | October 23, 2009 9:11 AM
Posted on October 23, 2009 09:11
Your disagreement should be couched in terms of proposed policies that divide people into groups according to age and determine how people should be treated in part according to their group status. ,
Posted by Kelvin21 | October 23, 2009 9:12 AM
Posted on October 23, 2009 09:12