There were trees the size of basketballs that grew from twixt the blocks
And vines, of varying degrees of life, entwining the hand lain rocks
And water trickled and sometimes spewed through the copious spouting holes
So, they told us, “Boys, go clean it off and take care to break no bones.”
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A real storyteller, that's what you are and a great story it is. A great tongue roller, and good flow to boot. Excellent write. Thoroughly enjoyed it. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
Well structured ballad with interesting, unusual rhymes such as 'dense' and 'instruments.' Good job.
A fascinating poem and story Richard! Brilliant imagery, a pleasure indeed to read! *10*! ! Best regards, Friend Thad