Heh. Sorry.
Here's one I wrote a bit ago:
Oh why my son do you not go
Where rivers run and trees abound,
For there the rain and waters flow
In places where enchantment’s found.
There singing doth the birds arise
In hues of dappled brown and green
To fill the blue expanding skies
And light that special scene.
A frame of mountains glistening hang
About a gleaming loch
Where bards with chorded music sang
Of water, height and rock.
Oh why my friend will you not dwell
Where mists arise and flow,
Why won’t you live about the dell
Where wildling rushes grow.
The forests march about the hills
And spear the brooding sky,
The dell with music fills
As clouds go scudding by.
The hearth is warm, the waters cold
The skies with mountains full.
The cliffs agleam with sunlight bold
Are bright and never dull.
So aye, a place awaits you here
Where waters leap and flow,
And never will you have a fear,
Nor ever know of woe.
And a proper poet's work, one of my favourites:
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
By Wordsworth, of course.
And here's one I wrote using the same structure as the above:
A shaded pond with silvered light
Revealed itself to scrutiny
Wherein I saw a lovely sight
Alike to emerald depths of sea;
There shook the fronds of sunken weed
Which waved to me with frantic speed.
Such was their haste I stood in awe
And looked about that gleaming pool,
For light there shone from all I saw
And in their depths the moon held rule;
For in the leaf strewn pond it hung,
As pale as silver glist’ning strung.
There white the moon held sway on high,
The trees’ reflections rearing tall
Within the fragments of the sky
Which leaves besmirched with autumn’s fall;
They hung about that heaven’s door
Before they washed upon the shore.
A shadow rippled in the scene,
And in the depths my face arose
To tremble there amongst the green
In which was drowned my human woes;
About my head was hanging strewn
A crown of leaf and argent moon.
No more I walk that forest lane
Or linger long beside that pool
Which split the forest glade in twain
And sparkled clear as leafy jewel;
There dwelt I long against all sense,
But life away has led me hence.
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