1. Obey XS rules
2. One entry per person
Your task is to re-write this poem and follow the basic writing structure as the original author wrote it in. (e.g. Same number of lines, paragraphs, about the same # of syllables per line, etc)
Submission deadline: Thursday, January 11th
Any questions, feel free to ask and I'll clarify them.
On a pile of broken dishes by the house;
A tall man too, says the length of the bed
In an upstairs room; and a good, God-fearing man,
Says the Bible with a broken back
On the floor below a window, bright with sun;
But not a man for farming, say the fields
Cluttered on boulders and a leaky barn.
A woman lived with him, says the bedroom wall
Papered with lilacs and the kitchen shelves
Covered with oilcloth. and they had a child
Says the sandbox made from a tractor tire.
Money was scarce, says the jars of plum preserves
And canned tomatoes sealed in the cellar-hole.
And the winters cold, say the rags in the window-frames.
It was lonely here, says the narrow country road.
Something went wrong, says the empty house
In the weed-choked yard. Stones in the fields
Say he was not a farmer; the still-sealed jars
In the cellar say she left in a nervous haste
And the child? Its toys were strewn in the yard
Like branches after a storm - a rubber cow,
A rusty tractor and a broken plow,
A doll in overalls. Something went wrong, they say.
Edited by metaldevil, 04 January 2007 - 01:01 PM.