prompt: Generate a short poem set in early springtime, in the mountains of the eastern United States. The poem should incorporate various flora and fauna one might observe, and then focus on an older man, walking a small dog, as the subjects interacting with this setting. Use blank verse - no rhyming, but fairly regular meter.
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chosen.content: Generate a short poem set in early springtime, in the mountains of the eastern United States. The poem should incorporate various flora and fauna one might observe, and then focus on an older man, walking a small dog, as the subjects interacting with this setting. Use blank verse - no rhyming, but fairly regular meter.
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rejected.content: Generate a short poem set in early springtime, in the mountains of the eastern United States. The poem should incorporate various flora and fauna one might observe, and then focus on an older man, walking a small dog, as the subjects interacting with this setting. Use blank verse - no rhyming, but fairly regular meter.
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rejected.content: : In the valley of the Appalachian hills,
  A time of awakening stirs life anew.
  The winter's slumber fades into stillness,
  As springtime breathes her gentle breath through.
  
  II: The snowdrops bloom beneath the willow tree,
  Their petals soft as silk and purest white.
  And daffodils rise from the cool earth,
  Their golden trumpets sounding sweet delight.
  
  III: The bluebird sings his lilting melody,
  His voice carries over rolling green.
  With each note he brings forth, nature sighs,
  Awakened from her long winter's dream.
  
  IV: An old man walks upon the forest path,
  His gait slow, steady, strong yet weary.
  He walks with purpose, hand in hand,
  With faithful companion at his side, so dear.
  
  V: His eyes are sharp as eagle's, keen and clear,
  They see beyond what mortal gaze may reach.
  He knows these woods like veins within his own,
  Each bend and bough, each leaf and patch of beach.
  
  VI: Upon his shoulder rests a trusty hound,
  His coat black as night, his heart pure gold.
  Together they traverse the mountain trails,
  Two old friends finding solace in the wild.
  
  VII: Amongst the trees, the shadows grow longer,
  Yet