Postby Anna Mae » Mon Sep 11, 2006 5:45 pm
"Ode To A Bikeride To The Library On A Rainy Day"
(Or, The Cyclists Poetic!)
As I sit astrod a quirky contraption, [Astrod? I am not familiar with that conjugation. I assume that it is archaic?]
A Dreary cloud falls over me.
But clouds are liers thus
for there every breath, it seems to me [Where?]
is filled with excitement and with energy.
If sin is described as a darkness of color
upon this sinners road I gladly trod [So basically you are biking on a dark-colored road.]
For every curve of the earth seems to me
Splendid [How does that fit with the beginning of the thought?]
Oh, the Green Greedy Grass
It feasts upon the makeshift ponds
and the great phantom lakes
appearing and dissapearing at random.
I grin at every puddle
and I am delighted by the stories they tell me.
And though when my skin is dry I shall itch [Why?]
As long as this ride lasts...
I am the happiest of men." [Just one lonely quotation mark by itself...]
Nice extrapolation on the bike ride. It's very new-age-ish.
[SIZE="4"][color="DarkSlateBlue"]God has called me to mission work in Paraguay and Brazil. I may return to CAA someday. God bless all of you![/color][/SIZE]
[i]Two vast and trunk-less legs of stone stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, half sunk, a shattered visage lies. Round the decay of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare the lone and level sands stretch far away. On the pedestal these words are inscribed:
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!â€