inspired after watching,'March of the penguins.'


penguin

In black and white
A flash of gold.
From sapphire blue
To ice white cold.

A silvered black
In single file.
White bellies that march,
For mile on mile.

To see as them
The dream of nights
Created by,
Gods northern lights,

For to this world,
A generation.
Born into
Refridgeration.

Wait for a mother
And suns' return.
So fathers live,
And offspring learn.

Lifes' instict tells
That they're born free.
And pulls them to
a cool blue sea.

Thats filled with danger,
Not with men.
And kept that way
It'll happen again.



Poetry by stevelee
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Written on 2007-01-10 at 01:08

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i haven't seen the film though i do know what it is about by ads for it and clips i have seen. a good piece, some places where you need an edit which i have noted below :)

Gods northern lights - God's northern lights, northern lights are belonging to god so an apostrophe is used.
Refridgeration - Refrigeration
suns' return - sun's return
Lifes' instict tells - Life's instinct tells
Thats filled - That's filled
2007-03-10


betsy Firefly
Good lilt and rhyme here, stevelee. Was this before or after watching "The March of the Penguins"? What a wonderful documentary (movie).
2007-01-19


Parnika
OOOO! I love the march of the penguins..this is an excellent poem!! *bookmarked* I'm gonna send it to alll my friends..u write b'fully!!
2007-01-11


Dan Cederholm
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What a wonderful poem about . . .

penguins!!! Bravo Steve!!!

All the best, Dan

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2007-01-10


Teala
Beautiful! I am a fan of the little tuxedo looking creatures, excellent imagery and flow. Love this piece!
2007-01-10