Since any write actually.
The weekend freewrite from 
https://steemit.com/freewrite/@mariannewest/weekend-freewrite-5-25-2019-part-1-the-first-sentence
It is a lot of fun. Join in or check out some posts.
It's fun to read how the prompts are interpreted by others.
There were snakes in the old stone place
But the grass grew so green,
The glassy lake said to be laced
The eels hue lights the sheen,
The creek maintains it's ancient trace
Hungry crocks lurk up stream,
The lean-to barn still stands by grace
Speaks not of which it's seen,
Caller, are you there? Suddenly
Aother voice came on,
The lines once spun to close the deal
All necessitation gone,
The stone just bricks, the lake stagnates
The creek dry river bed,
The hungry sold their ghostly bones
On lies we have been fed,
Words and bones, and sticks and stones
All cumulate this earth,
Caller I've now grown wearisome
Maintaining mockish mirth,
She had a cold that lingered on
Just a virus, they said,
The old stone place where grass grows green
Perfect to clear her head,
Obligingly she convalesced
Believed they knew her best,
Pay those snakes no mind, they said
Do you not see you're blessed?
The grass grew long as she lay there
The snakes concealed within,
The rains arrived as seasons turned
The crocks and eels swam in.
Snake forest image credit Free-Photos via pixabay.
