A brontosaurus, brave and true, survived
Throughout the wildest forests in the world.
He didn't bother creatures who'd arrived;
Instead, he'd share the seeds and ferns unfurled.
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His neck so tall - he didn't touch the trees
Instead, he'd graze the greens along the ground.
He stood much taller munching on those leaves
While keeping watch of Rexes all around.
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A lonely fellow Bront was meant to be.
He loved to stay where hills were tall and wet.
His whip-like tail would make the others flee
Then all the precious food was his to get.
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The famous Bront named Littlefoot was doomed,
But finally found his family unconsumed.
About the Creator
Barb Dukeman
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Comments (2)
Fun and uplifting! I'm glad to see another of these in sonnet form; it just seems to suit the dino theme, somehow. Nicely done, Barb!
Fabulous children's poem!!! Loved it!!💕❤️❤️