Actually i'm getting no response from poetry.com
so i would be grateful if you find time to read it
by the mans i mean the man's
sorry for that
2007-10-02 17:38:02 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous in Arts & Humanities ➔ Poetry
I thought it was a sweet poem .With a fondness of warmth ,gratitude and love .
2007-10-02 19:35:28 · answer #1 · answered by kippystewart 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Is this the poem?
If so, see my comment below.
Grandfather Then
Grandpa hoisted me up on his hip, smiling.
I raised my arms in victory, a small gladiator
In a bright red jacket. A chilly autumn wind
Jostled its way through the back yard.
I had just won my first game of Monopoly,
Little Dog versus Hat.
He was so large then--
He towered over Grandma's morning glory fence
And was strong enough to lift me up
To pick cherries from their tree for pie-baking.
He set me down, and I scooped up fallen leaves,
A damp, musty armful, an ingenuous offering
To the king of board games--
I, his faithful apprentice.
But behind us, Grandma's flowers, robbed
Of bloom by October winds,
Whispered that times change.
Issa Beatty
comments:
1. I would give it 8 out of 10. Parts of it stretch imagination and sound incongrous: like this case:
(the wind) Jostled its way through the back yard.
check the verb - to jostle.
2. what do these lines mean?
He was so large then--
He towered over Grandma's morning glory fence
- got a problem with "so" and "glory fence".
Hence -2 points.
Good poem if it could be clearer
2007-10-02 19:19:07 · answer #2 · answered by ari-pup 7 · 0⤊ 0⤋