11-15-2014, 05:08 AM
(01-27-2013, 08:28 AM)ellz483 Wrote:
From my perch, so high, above the painted land
I gaze upon, far below, dunes of desert sand
Where the sun shone down in juicy, golden rays
And warmed the belly of the earth for long, forgotten days
Now, wind picks up and thrashes ‘bout the tiny grains
Who, all alone, stand no chance against the drowning rains
Thunder rumbles o’er my fragile, dusted ledge
And clouds billow ‘cross majestic mountain hedge
Yet, on my perch, all is for a moment quiet
Though endlessly beneath me, nature shivers in a riot
Mother rushes, changing ‘round the old landscapes
At last, I flap my wings and make my great escape.
A bit of an odd one. One minute I think it's a bird, the next I think it's something else entirely (I'm not sure what)
I do think there are a few too many commas. If you want to break up the lines then split them , so
From my perch, so high, above the painted land
becomes
From my perch
so high
above the painted land
but in all honesty
From my perch so high above the painted land
works fine

