The Rivals: Soulful

The Rivals: Soulful

A Poem by Kenilo Kent

I heard him a field across,
So I ran to hear him close,
And stopped by a minstrel lad.
He sang me a happy song
And singing to me, he said,
"Runner, sport with me along."
Then he sang a windmill's ode,
Then I leaped and ran to hear,
And ran to the minstrel's ode,
As he blew a soulful air
And sang to the breezy wind,
I ran down the merry fields,
And feathered my jolly wing,
And out-ran the winding mills.

© 2014 Kenilo Kent

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A merry and archaic sounding poem. Well written all around. Elegant flow and good use of vocabulary. Great read!

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Kenilo Kent

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Added on April 10, 2014
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Kenilo Kent
Kenilo Kent

Kohima, North East, India, India

Sings a little, dreams alot, and I love poetry. more..

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