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Boast of the Poplar

My common green I turn to gold,
As Summer’s steaming, burning hold
is broke, unseemly in July,
At the close to mollify.

I the Poplar; broad my graft,
I see afar: afore and aft,
Uncloke my leaves at August crest,
In golden sheaves I thump my chest.

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The Winner

​Above the strand, engrossed in thought
Upon the sand, alone, untaught
Untold was seen of motion still
Of old, an ocean scene of chill

And in the quiet, words were forged
None of riot, none were charged
All of peace, and rest and sun
Ceasing all, his quest he won.

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Autumn Pumpkins

Green and gold the pumpkins grew,
Dark with Early Autumn dew,
Beneath a new September sky:
August – minted, cool and dry.

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Alec Ream is a writer living in Virginia. His poetic work and creative fiction have been widely published. A member of the Demosthenian Literary Society at UGA, he wrote on Lookout Mountain, and continued to write, lecture and work for Delta Kappa Epsilon HQ. He was first published reading to the pledge class of Michigan DKE, in Ann Arbor in 2008. Recently, his poem Green Fire was read at the Washington Literary Society & Debating Union at UVA.

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3 Responses

  2. Satyananda Sarangi

    Hello sir,

    As always, these poems are lovely in their own way with a magnificent flow.

    Regards

    Reply

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