Suzette Richards

Rookie - 30 Points (Cape Town, SOUTH AFRICA)

The Foundlings - Poem by Suzette Richards

The little lad was skipping puddles ruck
Old shepherd stooped low to the frozen ground
Against the cold wind the dog huddles snug
Heads cocked to better hear the mournful sound
Both surprised by the bundle of rags found
Their matted hair washed in a nearby stream
By frayed piece of string joined, they fairly beam


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Poems is written in Rhyme Royal. Please note that I employed slant rhyme (rhyming the assonant: 'u') in lines 1 & 3

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 30, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 25, 2013


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