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Could I have called my poem "The Listeners" do you think?  I think so.  Many things heard the question "Is There Anyone There"?  Now you write a similar poem.  

'Is anyone there?' called the winter wind

     As he hissed down the chimney pot,

But a snore was all that he thought he heard

     From a dog by the name of Spot.


'Is anyone there?' called the golden sun,

      As his warm rays touched the flowers.

'Yes,' said a spider. 'I’m making my web –

     And it’s taken me hours and hours.'


'Is anyone there?' called the gentle rain

       Splashing the garden pond.

'I’m here,' said the frog, 'enjoying your drops' –

     As he hopped to the garden beyond.


'Is anyone there?' called the snow that fell - - -

     But answer came none at all,

For everyone knows that the world goes quiet

     When the snow begins to fall.



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By Josie Whitehead

Little Mac Muffet Hickory Dickory Dock Three Chocolate Mice Parody Heading

(A Shadow poem of 'The Listeners' by Walter de la Mare)

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