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So this poem started out as nothing more than me working on poetically describing a winter scene, but about halfway through I decided to work in a line that I love and adore from the song "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald" The line I wanted to work in was "Does anyone know where the love of God goes
When the words turn the minutes to hours" Which I think is one of the most poetic things I have ever heard. So I reworked it into there as something else and then I decided that I could add meaning to the poem with out having to rework much of what I had originally written. Needless to say I'm happy with how it turned out.
As always I hope you all enjoy the poem ^^
Footnotes: I was in fact listening to Calvin-Hobbes' recording of the song when I was inspired his recording can be heard here http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2806897 and he did a damn good job with it ^^
Also, thanks to Fuzzy/Drauke for helping me look over it
When the words turn the minutes to hours" Which I think is one of the most poetic things I have ever heard. So I reworked it into there as something else and then I decided that I could add meaning to the poem with out having to rework much of what I had originally written. Needless to say I'm happy with how it turned out.
As always I hope you all enjoy the poem ^^
Footnotes: I was in fact listening to Calvin-Hobbes' recording of the song when I was inspired his recording can be heard here http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2806897 and he did a damn good job with it ^^
Also, thanks to Fuzzy/Drauke for helping me look over it
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The symbolic place or the literal place.
Both places have their own interesting characteristics. But I definitely have more experience with being huddled around a slowly dying campfire in the dead of winter. Definitely something haunting about the way the snow covered trees look and the shadows play massive tricks on your mind.
And The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald is one of the most beautiful songs written, in my opinion at least.
Glad you liked it and thanks for the fav ^^
Both places have their own interesting characteristics. But I definitely have more experience with being huddled around a slowly dying campfire in the dead of winter. Definitely something haunting about the way the snow covered trees look and the shadows play massive tricks on your mind.
And The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald is one of the most beautiful songs written, in my opinion at least.
Glad you liked it and thanks for the fav ^^
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