Model Poem *2004*

2004 / poetry

In my senior year of high school we were asked to write a model poem; I picked this poem by:

William Wordworth


THE world is too much with us; late and soon,

Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:

Little we see in Nature that is ours;

We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!

The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;

The winds that will be howling at all hours,

And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;

For this, for everything, we are out of tune;

It moves us not.–Great God! I’d rather be

A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; 10

So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,

Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;

Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;

Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.

Written in: 1806

My (Amber Jentink’s) Poem:

“Looking in a Mirror”

I am a girl looking in a mirror, look

up in the sky, way up high, the night sky I

look. No, wait I see a bird as it passed by

I wonder to myself as I sit by the brook

as I was reading a wonderful book

There is some Canadian Wild Rye

I notice as I am sitting eating my pie

A man comes to me and says “come take a look”

I come and see it, it is a dead bird

I cry and I weep, full of sorrow

Here it comes a large group, a herd

knowing the concequences of morrow.

Although the night is very much preferred

along the tops of Kilimanjaro.

Written in 2004

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