# Nature's Sober Man

Author: Ramah
Tags: Human, Nature, Poem

So in a literature class of mine, I had to read a bit of Emily Dickenson, one of the great poets during the Civil War era.  It just so happens that In lieu of a 1-pager explaining her, we could make a poem in her style instead.  This made for about an hour of fun as I got to exercise my mind's linguistic skills of the English Language.  No need to comment if you don't want to, but I like it enough to put it up for reading.  Enjoy. ^\_^

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I'm much too sober for a man,

My liquor glass is dry.

My tankard stands collecting dust,

At least I'll tell you why.

 

The springtime ale is young and sweet,

It's lure -- a ripe perfume.

Alas -- its sway for me is far too weak.

I guess I'll wait til June.

 

The summer fifth is full and strong,

A flavor much too quaint.

I take my fill and ask for more,

Then half the time I faint.

 

The fall and I go back to beer,

Its spiced, colorful brew.

But lo -- It brings back memories

Of spring, It's old made new.

 

The winter comes with snow and ice

To keep its liquor cold.

I stand no more a drink or two.

My head, my hands then hold.

 

None of Nature's liquors and beer

Agree with me in time.

I'll keep a bit of each on hand,

More for her sake than mine.

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You can use your imagination on what I was meaning with this,  though I will help you along if you would like the side-note thoughts I had while making it.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/rn64qN6e