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Poem 1461

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Spring Treasure

David LaPierre

Spring arrives slowly...
Seeds begin to quiver from
their frosty sleep...

My steps on the
still-hardened ground
Thump
With vibrations
That wake up the roots...

Wake up, little fellows, wake up...

The sun begins its vernal ascent,
And its rays grow stronger by the day...

I gaze upwards to bask
In the warm, golden light...

...and stumble...

Training my gaze
To the brunette forest floor -
A stick? No, a leg bone. A skull. A rib...

Yes! Yes!
I found a body!
I always wanted to find a body!
Yes! Yes!

David LaPierre has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of David's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of David's latest works:

Salvation through salivation

Submitted Mar 29th 2011, 13:02

Talkin' Poem Blues

Submitted Sep 21st 2009, 16:50

Spring Treasure

Submitted Feb 20th 2009, 12:46