She to the left,
Him to the right,
Farewell at last.
He opened the door knob,
She pushed through the gate,
He looked back, and so did she,
"Farewell, sister!", he yelled.
Then opened the door and,
Walked in.
Sister laid there,
And took the knife,
Put it through her chest,
She dropped.
Looked out into nightfall,
"Farewell brother, farewell."
Nice poem.... It sounds almost old-fashioned, in the phrasing of the words and such. I like the language and the rhythm. It flows smoothly when you say it.... And it really matches the image. But not exactly.... What the image didn't say, you interpretated. And I liked the dialogue in the poem. I'm sure hardly ANYONE in the class put dialogue in their poems.
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