A/N: I had to write this for an English class several years back, I think it was in middle school...or maybe even elementary school. Anywho, I finally decided to post it here. I wrote as a Chronicles of Narnia poem focusing on the famous Lamp Post. Please read it and tell me what y'all think. ;)
The Lamp Post
A cold, grey world
A forest coated in a cold blanket of white snow,
The fir trees being the only greenery around.
Only a thin, silvery ray is all that is left
Of the once golden sun.
The wolves of the dark Empress in White
Patrol the woods of this cold, grey world.
A single black iron lamp post stand alone
In the middle of the forest of nowhere
A tiny yellow flame flickers weakly within
This silent, solitary sentinal.
No bluebird of Spring has come for months.
Winter's hold is strong.
The wind whisltes by on the wings of a great eagle
Carrying a distant, yet great crimson roar.
The green grass with its flowers
bend gently in the breeze.
The dogwood' and oak' new, young leaves,
However young and fragil, wave relentlessly.
A small bluebird sings its song
While standing on the lamp post
Gleaming in the newly risen golden sun
In the clear blue sky.
The lamp post with its small golden flame
Stands tall in a patch of warm sunlight
That falls on the forest floor.
Spring has at last arrived.
A/N: Please rate and review this for me. Pretty please? ;)