As much as I love Longfellow's "The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls", I have to admire the Menashe posted in this thread for compressing the same age-old theme into a bite-size version.
Here's another Menashe I like:
Walking Stick
This stick springs
When you lean on it
It is still green
You can feel the sap
This stick gives
A spring to your walk
Old sticks snap
This stick bends like a bow
You are the arrow
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A question for anyone and everyone:
When you write a short poem, how can you know it's really done and not just a pitiful little skeleton begging to be clothed? I'm always being told my short poems should be expanded, so obviously I haven't learned the secret of bite-size success.
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