Please Don't Hate Me

Yuppers. I had been assigned a project for Language Arts a little while ago, and this is the poem I chose.

Blizzard

Snow falls:
years of anger following
hours that float idly down --
the blizzard
drifts its weight
deeper and deeper for three days
or sixty years, eh? Then
the sun! a clutter of
yellow and blue flakes --
Hairy looking trees stand out
in long alleys
over a wild solitude.
The man turns and there --
his solitary track stretched out
upon the world.

William Carlos Williams

 

So then I asked myself, "Self, why not tell all of your loyal followers about this thing and milk it like a cow with an overactive bladder?"

There you have it. Your life could be drastically changed, or I just wasted your time.