Try to guess what this poem is discribing... it's pretty easy.
A plague that kills most every man,
None could escape and no one can.
But those who wait will surely see,
It heals all wounds and grows all trees.
Note: This was for a lit-art class last year, an assignment on rhyme and meter. This poem uses iambic tetrameter and AABB rhyme scheme.
Incorrect guesses so far: Death
Last edited by lococobra on Mon Oct 23, 2006 5:16 pm; edited 1 time in total
A plague that kills most every man,
None could escape and no one can.
But those who wait will surely see,
It heals all wounds and grows all trees.
Note: This was for a lit-art class last year, an assignment on rhyme and meter. This poem uses iambic tetrameter and AABB rhyme scheme.
Incorrect guesses so far: Death
Last edited by lococobra on Mon Oct 23, 2006 5:16 pm; edited 1 time in total
