Deep poetry

— Excerpt of an email I sent to my sister recapping the events of the past year —

Built the boys a playfort as you no doubt have seen. They mostly enjoy the sandbox. Oh yes, one thing we did this summer A LOT was enjoyed our POOL!! Boo yah!! I love having a pool!! But then October came, and it got cold.

Weep, weep, weep October
Your merciless cold fronts
Brought sorrow to our home.
And a cover over our pool.

It didn’t rhyme…but wasn’t it so deep and inspiring? Or maybe that happens anytime you start a poem with “weep, weep, weep”

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I’m such an inspiring poet no?

-Trevor