They are the building blocks
For other walks of life
Harvested by many
Without the serpentine Yethys
Blatherhorn Vale would vanish
Scales of gold
Covering a body
Of twisting muscle
Echoing flashes of sunlight
Beneath the watery surface
Eyes of crimson
On a head without a mouth
They squirm among the rocks
Risking all
To gain some precious warmth
Upon the rising of the moon
The river writhes
As the Yethys touch the surface
Feeding on the cosmic light
And glistening beneath the stars
Spawning with the dawn
Eggs sink to the mud
Hatching by noon
And joining the school
To feed the life of Blatherhorn Vale
Legends of Windemere 
So, is this one of the long lost writings?!?
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Yup. Number 3 of the list.
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I saw a yeti once. In the Himalayas
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Was he friendly or abominable? (Family joke. Passed down through the short-lived generations.)
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Lol he was delicious
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Has to be better than Sasquatch. Those are tough and taste like cheap teriyaki.
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You should smell the butt roast off those things
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I’m pretty sure it would be one of the last things I smell.
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You two always manage to bring it back to food. 🙂
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One track minds think alike. 😀
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Very vivid writing… I can see them. I think that you’ve got a good thing here.
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Thanks. I think I’m best at the vivid imagery poetry, so hopefully I can have a poetry collection series go alongside my novels.
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Outstanding piece here. I’ve noticed more poetry coming from you and I’m glad, because you’re a fine poet Charles 😉
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Coming from you that’s an epic compliment. I’ve been dabbling more and deciding to release a small poetry collection that I’ve had sitting around probably spurred me on. All I need is cover art and the little experiment into poetry publishing will be ready to go.
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