A/N: This is a poem I wrote and submitted to a contest and has been chosen to be judged in the final competition. It will be published with the other chosen works in a book titled Midnight Song which will be released sometime at the end of May, if I am not mistaken.
I am actually incredibly surprised that it was chosen, although no less happy, since I don't usually write poetry. To me, it seemed rather juvenile, but perhaps it is an endearing quality? Anyways, do please enjoy my work.
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Sit With Me
Come sit with me,
Underneath my tree.
The shade is cool,
A sweet-smelling pool.
Oh, won’t you come?
Tell me where you’re from.
If only you’d come sit,
You’d see how well we fit.
I am actually incredibly surprised that it was chosen, although no less happy, since I don't usually write poetry. To me, it seemed rather juvenile, but perhaps it is an endearing quality? Anyways, do please enjoy my work.
___________________________________________
Sit With Me
Come sit with me,
Underneath my tree.
The shade is cool,
A sweet-smelling pool.
Oh, won’t you come?
Tell me where you’re from.
If only you’d come sit,
You’d see how well we fit.
