Tuesday, February 18, 2014

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.


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.

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