I still remember that glorious evening when
we sat on the porch gazing up at the moons
The world was our oyster back then and we were
talking about picket fences and burgers covered in cheese
The street was quiet as if everyone was asleep and
we were the only ones outside, thinking about life,
how perfect it was
and all that mattered was having fun
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A/N: This poetry form is called the Golden Shovel. Here are the rules that I found online:
Take a line (or lines) from a poem you admire.
Use each word in the line (or lines) as an end word in your poem.
Keep the end words in order.
Give credit to the poet who originally wrote the line (or lines).
The new poem does not have to be about the same subject as the poem that offers the end words.
If you pull a line with six words, your poem would be six lines long.
The poem I used is OwainGlyn's "If Only." His line was "When moons were cheese and life was fun."
Quiet Evening is dedicated to OwainGlyn.
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