Found
Poem
By:
Meghan Cleverly
The spring is beautiful.
The full green hills,
The blossoms swell,
The warmth grows.
Behind the fruit are men.
Great men…
Men of understanding,
Men of knowledge,
Men of skill,
The cleverest of all.
At first the smell is sweet,
With the order of sweet
decay.
The fruit is rotting….
The decay spreads…
There is failure,
There is wrath.
Men are proud.
Taken from Chapter
25, pages 236-238. I chose to rearrange my poem to symbolize the pride cycle of
men. Oftentimes what can be so sweet to begin with can quickly decay because of
pride. I chose to align my poem in this manner to show the general shift from
good to evil, with pride appearing in the middle and end.
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