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Wherever the Wind Will Blow (Free verse) by nothingtoanyone
Wherever the Wind Will Blow
Raindrops, from the clouds,
Like tears from childrenâs faces.
Dripping down,
Staining the ground.
The Wind blows cold,
Shivering the covering, the trees are trembling in their skin .
Making them cry,
Weeping with Natures breath
To relinquish them,
Forgetting about their towering limbs and leave them were they stand,
Deep sunk, roots in the ground.
Running off with the distant blowing wind,
Leaves twirl and fight with their captor,
Tired and weak, now naked they stand,
Skeletons against the dark sky.
A stage of battle, that will only close the curtain to the ending of an
act from a never-ending play.
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Arithmetic Mean: 3.0
Weighted score: 4.7615943
Overall Rank: 11693
Posted: April 29, 2005 2:34 PM PDT; Last modified: May 2, 2005 1:43 PM PDT
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I'm not really trying to be hard on you. To prove it, I'll give an example myself: The inappropriate grammar of things written in dialect - for example, "Yassuh youse right gentrous, Marse," said the pickaninny - takes us to the mind and situation of an uneducated black child in the South in a way proper grammar wouldn't.
Is that what you meant, that the grammar in your poem is supposed to give us a vivd feeling of being illiterate?