Young Writers Society

Okay here goes, we're gonna create a YWS Poem.

All you have to do is add ONE LINE.

There are no other rules, but make it comprehensible and try to keep a theme going.

It is also useful if you copy the the previous lines already done so we can see it as it goes along.

Okay first line:

Golden light whispered through crisp leaves

Golden light whispered through crisp leaves
and quietly baptised the ground beneath them

Wind whispers, and they dance in morning dew

Golden light whispered through crisp leaves
and quietly baptised the ground beneath them
Wind whispers, and they dance in morning dew
Celebrating a life long past.

Golden light whispered through crisp leaves
and quietly baptised the ground beneath them
Wind whispers, and they dance in morning dew
Celebrating a life long past.

The children congregate and their innocent hands

Golden light whispered through crisp leaves
and quietly baptised the ground beneath them
Wind whispers, and they dance in morning dew
Celebrating a life long past.

The children congregate and their innocent hands
Clutch talismans of love and prosperity.

Golden light whispered through crisp leaves
and quietly baptised the ground beneath them
Wind whispers, and they dance in morning dew
Celebrating a life long past.

The children congregate and their innocent hands
Clutch talismans of love and prosperity.
The old stand wistfully by

Golden light whispered through crisp leaves
and quietly baptised the ground beneath them
Wind whispers, and they dance in morning dew
Celebrating a life long past.

The children congregate and their innocent hands
Clutch talismans of love and prosperity.
The old stand wistfully by
while the sound of their death dances in their ears

Golden light whispered through crisp leaves
and quietly baptised the ground beneath them
Wind whispers, and they dance in morning dew
Celebrating a life long past.

The children congregate and their innocent hands
Clutch talismans of love and prosperity.
The old stand wistfully by
while the sound of their death dances in their ears.

A sigh escapes and hovers,

Golden light whispered through crisp leaves
and quietly baptised the ground beneath them
Wind whispers, and they dance in morning dew
Celebrating a life long past.

The children congregate and their innocent hands
Clutch talismans of love and prosperity.
The old stand wistfully by
while the sound of their death dances in their ears.

A sigh escapes and hovers,
fluttering near their sea-shell ears

Golden light whispered through crisp leaves
and quietly baptised the ground beneath them
Wind whispers, and they dance in morning dew
Celebrating a life long past.

The children congregate and their innocent hands
Clutch talismans of love and prosperity.
The old stand wistfully by
while the sound of their death dances in their ears.

A sigh escapes and hovers,
fluttering near their sea-shell ears
where, past the beach and past the piers,

Golden light whispered through crisp leaves
and quietly baptised the ground beneath them
Wind whispers, and they dance in morning dew
Celebrating a life long past.

The children congregate and their innocent hands
Clutch talismans of love and prosperity.
The old stand wistfully by
while the sound of their death dances in their ears.

A sigh escapes and hovers,
fluttering near their sea-shell ears
where, past the beach and past the piers,
We watched, waiting, listening to the sunset's sigh.

Golden light whispered through crisp leaves
and quietly baptised the ground beneath them
Wind whispers, and they dance in morning dew
Celebrating a life long past.

The children congregate and their innocent hands
Clutch talismans of love and prosperity.
The old stand wistfully by
while the sound of their death dances in their ears.

A sigh escapes and hovers,
fluttering near their sea-shell ears
where, past the beach and past the piers,
We watched, waiting, listening to the sunset's sigh.

And when all the hellos were tucked into the goodbyes

Golden light whispered through crisp leaves
and quietly baptised the ground beneath them
Wind whispers, and they dance in morning dew
Celebrating a life long past.

The children congregate and their innocent hands
Clutch talismans of love and prosperity.
The old stand wistfully by
while the sound of their death dances in their ears.

A sigh escapes and hovers,
fluttering near their sea-shell ears
where, past the beach and past the piers,
We watched, waiting, listening to the sunset's sigh.

And when all the hellos were tucked into the goodbyes
Everyone realized that the thread was freakin' ancient.

Psh. Leave it to Pork to ruin the fun. Party-pooper.

Good ending though, I must admit.