POEM STARTER

Submitted by Cassandra Elliot 🌹

Write a poem or short story that embodies the feeling of being chosen last.

Little Feet Growing Up

Moving slowly up,

Growing

Footsteps, blooming of

Sounds of chiming birds,

Ready themselves.


feet wandering

Deeply beyond forests and streams.

Trickling, glittering,

Flowing like honey.


Sweet serenades

Hum softly.

That pitter-patter,

small feet,

Dancing for foliage

Colored autumn red.


Red autumn colored

Foliage for dancing

Feet, small,

Pitter-patter that

Softly hum

Serenades. Sweet


Honey like. Flowing,

Glittering, trickling

Streams and forests beyond deeply

Wandering feet.


Themselves ready,

Birds chiming of sounds

Of blooming footsteps

Growing

Up, slowly moving.

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