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Lil Ann Collection
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by Mary L. Ports


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Lil Ann - an eight line form created by Carrie I. Quick from Perryville, Mo. in honor of two Arkanses poets, Dr. Lily Peter and Anna Nash Yarbrough. This eight-liner is strictly iambic pentameter (10 syllables in each line) with rhyme pattern A1, A2, B, C, B, C, A2, A1. The last two lines are the first two lines reversed. Subject must be LIGHT with a HAPPY thought and have the beat of a sonnet.


Digger's Delight
Oh, precious little birdie on the wing,
Delightfully, you thrill me as you sing.
Your rainbow wings against the bright, blue sky,
Arch over me while digging with the spade.
I hear your song and catch you with my eye.
A day for me more perfect, have you made.
Delightfully, you thrill me as you sing,
Oh, precious little birdie on the wing.

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The Thief

You funny, fat squirrel in the old plum tree,
Steal  Summertime's plums, so juicy and free.
Drive me into laughter, hang by your toes,
Fill up your tummy, much less for the rake.
You and frisky babies must eat, goodness knows,
Just leave me enough for one last plum cake.
Steal Summertime's plums, they're juicy and free,
You funny, fat squirrel in the old plum tree.

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Why Can't Elephants Fly?
So many creatures flying high and free
Between the earth and sky, I often see
Most others walk around on mother sod
Some never see the light from heaven's sky
I wonder why ~ it seems so very odd
I'm happy when I look away on high
Between the earth and sky, I often see
So many creatures flying high and free free. 

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Jewels of August
Warm summer days with rainbow - jeweled rays,
A hillside filled with color all ablaze.
Sweet birdsongs floating in the summer breeze
With rippled patterns blown upon the lake.
Breeze tickles leaves to laughter on the trees
Where rosy apples start their summer bake.
A hillside filled with color all ablaze;
Warm summer days with rainbow - jeweled rays.

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Copyright © 2003-2007 Mary L. Ports
All Rights Reserved



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