The clouds weep The oceans wail Rubbish clutters the beaches And the ozone fails Trash abounds Pollution runs wild The climate suffers The effects of style More concerned with how things look Getting places in a hurry Bigger and better is the cry As the world diesViews: 1706
I have to start off by saying that this is my favorite poem of all time! I think if we could strive to do even half the things he mentions in the poem, we would be far better people. There are so many lessons to be learned from the poem. Let's analyze them in the hopes that we can come close to meeting their expectations. The first section of the poem, in my opinion, is about being true to one's self. There are always going to be people who think differently than you, or misjudge you for one...Views: 53169
In the farthermost corner of Sycamore Hill, a stone marks the grave of Jacob Swill. People came from far and wide to watch him hang, to see him die. Many remember the last thing he said, "God have mercy on you all" And then he was dead. Jacob lived at the bottom of Sycamore Hill in a house that was only held together by will. He stayed to himself, making no friends...Views: 1802 Rating:
Here is an area where you can enjoy simple poems from ametures to lift up your spirits and reach to the stars......