ripple gurgle in the gutters, tink tink plink off eaves
squish steps slurp through squelching glurp
green points pushing poking, buds swelling burst becoming
chirp cheep twitter trill from trees and trees
smell the growing wet moist mud the spring
~ Tamary Shoemaker
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(We were reading about sound poems today, and although this doesn't technically fit that form, it was fun to try to produce a picture through the sounds of words.)
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