At an empty campground
My son and I leave the tent
Wearing headlamps
.
For a cool night’s hike
We walk winding the road
Down to the boat ramp
.
Where the water is lit
With green eyes reflecting
Frogs along the lake’s damp
.
Making their meals
From the night bugs
That followed from camp.
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A monorhyme poem maintains the same sound for each of its rhymes.
I originally envisioned this as a free verse poem until I noticed a few unintended rhymes at the ends of some of the lines. I didn’t have change much to get it to rhyme the whole way through, and it didn’t change any of the poem’s meaning to work in the rhyme.
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