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Charles Malam


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The dinosaurs are not all dead.
I saw one raise its iron head
To watch me walking down the road
Beyond our house today.
Its jaws were dripping with a load
Of earth and grass that it had cropped.

It must have heard me where I stopped,
Snorted white steam my way,
And stretched its long neck out to see,
And chewed, and grinned quite amiably.

 

 

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Charles Frederick Malam (1906 – 1981) was born in Vermont. He attended Middlebury College and was awarded a Rhodes scholarship to study at Oxford. Charles published three books of poetry and two novels.

 

 


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Dorcas:
Oh, it grinned at me, too.
Posted 05/17/2016 09:43 PM
transitions:
New to me as well, clever rhyme, enjoyed!
Posted 05/17/2016 12:13 PM
barbsteff:
Not in my grade school! New to me.
Posted 05/17/2016 11:45 AM
KevinArnold:
Fun.
Posted 05/17/2016 09:08 AM
cork:
I love the scattered rhyme.
Posted 05/17/2016 08:38 AM
paradea:
Love this. Reminds me of my encounter with a 'bobcat' in the woods!!
Posted 05/17/2016 08:04 AM
Newf:
What fun!!
Posted 05/17/2016 05:35 AM
Ross Kightly:
Indeed, it even reached Country Victoria some time in the 1950s! Good to be reminded of it again - thanks Jayne.
Posted 05/17/2016 02:21 AM


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