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A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn
and he names the sky his own
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
Nice, I like it :)
This poem I memorized in 7th grade:
The Charge of the Light Brigade by Alfred Lord Tennyson
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death rode the six hundred.
"Forward the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!" he said.
Into the valley of Death,
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismayed?
Not though a soldier knew,
Someone had blundered.
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.
Into the valley of Death,
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well.
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of hell,
Rode the six hundred.
Flashed all their sabres bare,
Flashed as they turned in air,
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wondered.
Plunged in the battery smoke,
Right through the line they broke.
Cossack and Russian
Reeled from the sabre stroke
Shattered and sundered.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volleyed and thundered.
Stormed at with shot and shell
While horse and hero fell.
They that had fought so well
Came through the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade?
Oh, the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made!
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred.
Inadequate to memorize that road not taken poem in literature class a few weeks ago
Why so?
Had to I mean, my dumb iPad 1st gen lags and sucks.lol
I had to memorize that's why, I don't understand the question
Wow, that was beatiful and full of meaning.
I remember reading that poem for school! Rudyard Kipling is a great author :)
I write and read poetry. This is my fave to read. http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sea-sunset/
L.M. Montgomery, great author.
totally agree!
I have no head for english poetry.
English poetry isn't the only poetry I like.
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day. To the lady syllable of recorded time, all our yesterday's are lighted fools: the way to dusty death! Out out brief candle! Life is but a walking shadow. A poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more. It is a tale, told by an idiot, Signifying... Nothing.
~ William Shakespeare
So that's where we got the word idiot :D
lol
Lol yeah. It took a genius to come up with it.
The Road not Taken by Robert Frost