A Bronze-winning Acrostic (written by me) from Allpoetry
Maybe you would think it foolish,
Over hills and across dales he went with his tools
Under ridges and across crags – all to
Navigate the ultimate prize
Towards greatness he headed
And facing torrents of wind and rain
Ice and snow – and occasional blizzard, he
Negotiated his nemesis – celebrating with a tin of soup at the summit
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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