National Poetry month Prompt 9 from Bud the teacher

The following is a poem I wrote based on this prompt from Bud the teacher

Beneath the old clock tower
Shapeless figures consult maps
As golden mist gleams
Overhead
The tower stands like a tin soldier
Proud and unbending


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A poem I made, based on this picture:

The following is a poem I wrote based on this National Poetry Month prompt from budtheteacher.

From Seatle Miles Photostream

Dusk.

Gray shadows ripple across the sky.

A battered pickup sits on yellowing grass, and it seems to be nostalgic over something...What?

Is the paint on the barn it guards fading?

Is the truck missing it's former owner, perhaps?

Who can delve into the minds of machines?

Who will ever know?