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Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Learning Poetry

Another poem I did for our poetry lesson...

Learning poetry grinds me down,
It pulls my face into a frown,
'Part of an object that stands for a whole,' -
I'm clinging to my self-control.

'All hands on deck,' the captain cries,
But with the test my memory dies,
The answer is out of my mental grasp,
It flops like a fish and breathes it's last.

'Three out of ten,' the words ring cold,
And like a vice on me take hold,
But I scrunch up the score with great disdain,
And pick up my pencil to try again.

2 Comments:

Blogger Theresa said...

yeah great poetry, but I'm still waiting for the next part of the "Yellow paper" story.
hehe! keep up ya piano aye.

10:23 am  
Blogger Lydie said...

Maybe it should just be one of those unfinished stories. uhhh... no, I guess I should finish it.

3:52 pm  

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