The prompt is to take ten words (five senses, three nouns and two verbs) and write in some form of rhyme.
Gazing to the far distant hills,
And tasting air like wine,
Feeling the winter wind chills
As shivers run down my spine.
The curlew's plaintive call,
And the scent of tangled tide,
I pause to embrace it all,
And stow the memory deep inside.
Blissful solitude, a storm's central eye
To gird me 'gainst the city's anguished cry.
(gazing, tasting, shovers, call, scent, curlew, tide, city, embrace, stow)
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