The One, The only,
The gray dog howls at the moon
He howls for a hope or howls for a friend
The voice is returned
The call,The pitch
As I sit in my tent
I look to the ceiling and step outside
Only to see the grace and beauty of them
They stand like soldiers on a field
The light glimmering on their chests
A pause
A Howl
The voice of the north
The call of the wild
The happiness in their hearts
The passion burns on
And The queer noise one you could only call
The Howl
By: Fraser Grimes
3 comments:
the voice of the north i think is the best line of this poem becasue it gives it character and i respect that
tighten it up and your golden
good work here
thanks
Jolly good Fraser:
In your last line "And The queer noise one you could only call The Howl" first of all make 'The' in lower case and then take out 'one'. This would make your sentence look like this:
"And the queer noise you could only call The Howl"
You also say 'The One, The only' and then later you say 'beauty of them ' and that makes it plural and kind of confuses me.
But really in the end it was very entertaining and I liked reading it. Good job with the last stanza, it is very descriptive and gives the reader a good image.
good job Fraser
i think thats the voice of the north is the best line in this poem because just those words give me an image of what it was like
- i think you could use some powerful words
good job Fraser awesome poem
Chris Locke
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