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Thy wonderful month of may...

In thy sweet month of may,
In spring rain,
the lanes of bright green trees,
with cherry blossoms on thy leaves.

the fairest month of thy year.
Graces of thy sunny day, and thy misty dew.

Nature's glorious earth,
dressed in garlands fair,
When thy perfect spring is gone,
thee might get heated bare,
But when thy reign shall come again,
I shall Re-appear.

Thy gardens are gowned,
thy people are perfectly sunned.
This is thy wonderful month of may..

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  • Young Hawk
    February 11, 2009
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    This is beautiful...well written.

  • february angel gold member
    February 5, 2009

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    This was wonderful .I liked it .You did a great job .May is such a beautiful month and you've described that so well .Keep writing !


    • celticsoul
      February 5, 2009
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      Thanks!

      Yup, I love the spring expecially may

      ( I still have to fix it though )

      CELTIC


  • ACpoetry
    December 28, 2008

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    Nice one!

    Just a few corrections:
    I know you mean well, but I think "thee" and "thy" refer to that being spoken to (you), and not the actual speaker. You may want to look up old English for "my" "me" and "I".

    "Leafs" on the fourth line should be "leaves".
    Very descriptive, I love the old English, really gives me a picture. Thumbs up!

    Regards,
    - A.C.


    • celticsoul
      December 28, 2008

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      Yep, Yep.

      I actually discovered the problem I did with "thee' and 'thy".

      I am to lazy to fix it!
      But, thank ya, I'm bad at old english so I should probably look it up
      Good idea! and thanks!
      celtic


  • redbarchettadrive
    December 18, 2008

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    Very nice poem Celticsoul!
    I wrote one back in response.


    Bring on the springtime!
    I miss her breath, I miss her rhyme.

    I miss her kiss, I miss it warm.
    The cool frightening lightning
    of an early thunder storm.

    In a flash she is gone.
    Summer comes and there's your lawn.

    Mow and sweat, hang at the mall.
    Now you can't wait for the fall.

    Then the temperature drops from
    one hundred to ten.
    Here we are at winter's door again.

  • Brian Balzer Greeters member
    December 18, 2008
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    I like this.

    I'm not sure if thee is appropriate or not though. I think it's more of a term used in reference to a person. I do think the poem in general is good even with out the do I say biblical refernce? Good job.

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