Hills and mountains with hard rocks and ice,
Dark forests with scary wind voice,
Heavy rains but sturdy winds,
That'd blow up all the vegetations,
And only leave the unfertile barelands.
Earthquakes and hostile tremors-
That could shake down all the harvests.
Protracted drought which could shut down any hope,
But still, the vegetation could cope,
This was the ray of hope needed-
By two inhabitants who fled-
All the way from separate lands to feed;
To till from the land and enjoy it's yield.
The Happy Valley
Ally Fred
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Poem topics: dark, wind, voice, feed, ice, hard, enjoy, heavy, hostile, scary, hope, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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