Clouds creep through the air
Guided gently by the wind
Masking the Sun’s rays.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
About Me
- Mr. B-G
- “Man lowers his head and lunges into civilization, forgetting the days of his infancy when he sought truth in a snowflake or a stick. Man forgets the wisdom of the child.” - Jack Kerouac (1922 - 1969)
4 comments:
great job john. i liked the poem. the speaker was mother earth or something like that. the mood was happy, the person was happy to see the sun come through the clouds. great job john.
The speaker of this poem is an adult. THe audience is someone who likes nature. The words are about life. the theme is be kind, and I like this because it it short.
this is a good poem about nature. the speaker is a treehugger out in the willderness. the audience are pollutionists who need to love nature. THe theme is look past the concrete objects and find the deeper meaning.
yo john good job son. The mood of the poem was mad chill, and happy. The speaker was mother earth or like a earth god. THe speaker was probably looking at the sun coming out through the clouds.
Post a Comment