One of my own poems, written in a creative writing class.  The assignment was to write a visual poem, and I wanted to try out writing a kind of sonnet.  This is what the final product ended up being.


Riding in a little red wheelbarrow
Waiting for the sun to arrive
An orange-breasted songbird
Sails away through the air.
As the bright yellow sun
Shows her face on the horizon,
Her long rays cover the
Tall green trees below.
Blue skies are shining above.
Around, everything is quiet.
Quickly running from the mountaintops,
Meandering rivers flow indigo.
In the West the sun will sleep,
Sending a purple cloak over the land.


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