Ricky+B

When I go up through the mowing field, The headless aftermath, Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew, Half closes the __[|garden path]__. And when I come to the __[|garden ground]__, The whir of sober birds Up from the tangle of withered weeds Is sadder than any words A tree beside the wall stands bare, But a leaf that lingered brown, Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought, Comes softly rattling down. I end not far from my going forth By picking the faded blue Of the last remaining aster flower To carry again to you. || The Poetic device is a Imagery. The poem is about this person taking a late walk. It talks about how the man listens to the things around him. Tonight the moon is a cracker, with a bite out of it floating in the night, and in a week or so according to the calendar it will probably look like a silver football, and nine, maybe ten days ago it reminded me of a thin bright claw. But eventually -- by the end of the month, I reckon -- it will waste away to nothing, nothing but stars in the sky, and I will have a few nights to myself, a little time to rest my jittery pen. ||  || The Poem is talking about how the moon is diffrent shapes every evening it is out. The Poem is explaing what type of shape the moon is like. The Poetic Device in this Poem is a Simile. I was hoping to be happy by seventeen. School was a sharp check mark in the roll book, An obnoxious tuba playing at noon because our team Was going to win at night. The teachers were Too close to dying to understand. The hallways Stank of poor grades and unwashed hair. Thus, A friend and I sat watching the water on Saturday, Neither of us talking much, just warming ourselves By hurling large rocks at the dusty ground And feeling awful because San Francisco was a postcard On a bedroom wall. We wanted to go there, Hitchhike under the last migrating birds And be with people who knew more than three chords On a guitar. We didn't drink or smoke, But our hair was shoulder length, wild when The wind picked up and the shadows of This loneliness gripped loose dirt. By bus or car, By the sway of train over a long bridge, We wanted to get out. The years froze As we sat on the __[|bank]__. Our eyes followed the water, White-tipped but dark underneath, racing out of town. The Poetic Device is a Personification. The Peom is about this one kid getting done with school. It is talking about the things that are done with is his life and whats going to be new in his life. || Rickie Bova I am Rickie Bova I am big,strong,and althelic I wonder if i will be a collage football player I see myself playing collage football in the future I hear the fans, cheerleaders, and players chanting my name I want to be a collage football player.
 * || **A Late Walk**
 * ||  || **Inventioen**
 * || **Saturday At The Canal**

Song Poem Baby Girl- Sugerland Dear, Mom and Dad please send money I'm so broke that it ain't funny. I don't need a lot just enough to get me threw. The song is about this girl that goes off to fulfill her dream and she calls her mom and dad to send her money then she becomes rich and famoues and sends them money. Poetic device is simile.