Whether by accident of fate
Or some minor genetic variation,
One in a row of cabbage
Was sacrificed to the worms
Broad leaves tattered like scraps of sail
Forgotten in the sun and wind.
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A free verse poem has no set pattern for line or stanza length. Rhyme is not used, or it is used sparingly. The line length and the rhythm or the lines are dictated by the natural rhythm of speech or other concerns such as emphasis on a particular word, image, or idea.
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I love this so much because it immediately made me think of ‘Snail Crossing’, my 2-year-old granddaughter Colette’s favorite book (which I also love so much, both the book and the child). It’s guaranteed to put a smile on anyone’s face, especially when read to by a 2-year-old trying to say ‘cabbage’ and all I hear is ‘that bitch”! ☺️
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lol. When my nephew was a baby, his ‘tr’ came out like an ‘f’ so I had him say ‘truck’ as much as possible.
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Hahaha!!! I would have done the same!! 🤣🤣
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🙂
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