I have raged for thousands of years. I was on the other tree in Eden and I escaped Greece unexploited by the Gods. I never was fruit of fantasy for seers and bards, nor the food of tales for old wives. For I am not so red, not so self-contained, no so easily held or thrown. Never have poets said...
Handout
| By
Greg Youmans
|
October 27, 2011
| For
High School
| From
Exploring Our Values Through Poetry