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Brontosaurus
A Shakespearean Sonnetosaurus
Oh, gentle Thunder Lizard, noble beast,
Immense, yet dwarfed by others of your kind
Whose reign, as yours, mysteriously ceased,
Collectively, a race time left behind.
~
You had no taste for blood, nor urge to kill.
No massive canine teeth for shredding prey.
Instead, you chose to take your daily fill
From Mother Earth's botanical array.
~
Unlike your fellow grazers' armor plate
And horns and spikes and hardened carapace,
Your defense lay in length and girth and weight
And massive tail, pursuers to displace.
~
Alas, your gentle nature and great size
Were met with inescapable demise.
~~~
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Dana Crandell
Dad, Stedpad, Grandpa, Husband, lover of Nature and dogs.
Poet, Writer, Editor, Photographer, Artist and Tech/Internet nerd. Content writer by trade. Vocal Creator by choice.
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Comments (12)
The herbivores were some of my favorite dinosaurs always thought the predators were kind of goofy looking. Great poem Dana
Aww, this just reminded me of The Land Before Time and it made me sad :( Lol, what kind of sorcery was this??
I'm clearly a little fragile today, I found this genuinely upsetting!
A great dedication to a long bygone gentle (from what I see in movies) creature. And I love the form you chose as well. Great poem Dana 😊
Loved the sonnet format and ode like tone! Did not know they were called Thunder Lizards!
well worth the wait. Great poem, Dana
Awww, I wanna hug him and be his friend forever! Loved your poem so much!
Awww this is so cool and now I’m feeling nostalgic for them somehow haha
Bravo, dana. I feel I know Mr. Brontosaurus on a more personal level after reading your poem.
Gentleness and massive presence in beautiful cadence.
Excellent, excellent work. Well done, my friend.
Beautifully written dedication to the Brontosaurus!! The long-necked wonders of the dinosaur world!!! 💚 Great work Dana!!