The challenge came, five rhymes of land.
Just basic rhymes, I understand
And not too fancy or too grand,
Regardless of the ones I'd planned.
Although I'd say the thought seemed bland,
That doesn't mean it should be banned.
Just keep lines simple so each scanned,
Just like a hairstyle strand-by-strand.
A trace of gold dust freshly-panned,
Then edited, of course, by hand.
To sort the gold dust from the sand,
I've done all this at your command…
Denis Martindale August 2020.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem