Alliteration isn’t at the top of my list for favorite poetic devices, but somehow it hijacked the following poem. The prompt was to list a periodic element as the title.


Tin roofs and tobacco fields
Spotted cows
And whippoorwills
Pigtails and petticoats
Smoke from stacks
And water waltzing over pebbles
My heart, my home.
These things
Punctuate the Parkway.

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