John

By John Hazel It was cold on that lonely hill. Up there on the mountain. The trees dead and barren around me. but the air, crisp. Crisp and alive.
 * Brisk**

Up there on the mountain. Fall had tripped into Winter. But the air, crisp. Crisp and alive Energized the life that stayed there.

Fall had tripped into Winter. Had made this place barren. Energized the life that stayed there. Gave me life.

Had made this place barren. Fall had tripped into Winter. Gave me life. It was cold on that lonely hill.

Master Technique #1: "The trees dead and barren around me."
Cool, Vivid Words: Unusual, specific, truly memorable words.

Master Technique #2: "Fall had tripped into Winter."
Personification: giving human characteristics to a non-human thing.


 * What I say, With Tidings of Day **

As this night comes to its end I say, Oh what have we done, And the dawn breaks with tidings of day

For this, there will be only hell to pay, As for friends, there will be none. As this night comes to its end I say,

In this game, there will only be foul play. As we Live the life at the end of a gun, And the dawn breaks with tidings of day.

For the hunt we will be the prey And it will be terrible, terrible fun, As this night comes to its end I say.

We will crawl, hidden beneath mounds of hay, For what has happened, cannot be undone. And the dawn breaks with tidings of day.

For our lives, we can only pray, It’s now time to be on the run, as this night come to its end I say. And the dawn breaks with tidings of day.

Master Technique #1:
"As this night comes to its end I say, Oh what have we done, And the dawn breaks with tidings of day"

Master Technique #2: "As we Live"
Grammar: The rules don’t apply, if you make intentional choices. (Intentional choice.)

=I Have a Rendezvous with Death=

By Alan Seeger
I have a rendezvous with Death  At some disputed barricade,  When Spring comes back with rustling shade  And apple-blossoms fill the air-  I have a rendezvous with Death  When Spring brings back blue days and fair.

It may be he shall take my hand  And lead me into his dark land  And close my eyes and quench my breath-  It may be I shall pass him still.  I have a rendezvous with Death  On some scarred slope of battered hill,  When Spring comes round again this year  And the first meadow-flowers appear.

God knows 'twere better to be deep <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 11px;"> Pillowed in silk and scented down, <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 11px;"> Where love throbs out in blissful sleep, <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 11px;"> Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath, <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 11px;"> Where hushed awakenings are dear... <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 11px;"> But I've a rendezvous with Death <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 11px;"> At midnight in some flaming town, <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 11px;"> When Spring trips north again this year, <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 11px;"> And I to my pledged word am true, <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 11px;"> I shall not fail that rendezvous.

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