Entries for the 2015, 50-word Everywriter Story Contest

A Poem for Ned…

“If you had to tell me a poem without rehearsal, what would you say?” asked Ned to his grandfather, who said, “With the heart-felt cooled winds of fall comes the death of winter. Clean and silent, spring is on her annual way.” “Wow,” said Ned.

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