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Writing Free-Verse Poetry

Poetry is . . . birds laughing at feathery gossip, the po-ta-to-po-ta-to rumble of a passing Harley, the sweet whiff of rain beneath steely clouds. Poetry is . . . sunlight dappling dandelion grass, a crescent moon dragging its lazy finger across the silvery rim of a starry pool. Poetry is . . . strawberries on ice cream and steaks sizzling on the grill. It’s whatever you see and hear, taste and touch and smell. It’s every big feeling you have, and every little one, too.

The Poet in You

This chapter will unlock the poems inside you. You’ll also learn to enjoy the poems of friends. Soon, you’ll have plenty of poems dancing in your head!