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Looking at the Stars for Express It In Eight
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Looking at the Stars Express It In Eight

Sam Adams one night
Found himself in the infamous Cosmos Bar
The whiskey stink overcoming him
It feels cruel he thought so much time
God gives us all some small, sweet way
To appreciate the beauty of the world
He went outside and
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.

prompt pick four words or more from the following poem to use in your poem bold the choices chosen

September Tomatoes
by Karina Borowicz

The whiskey stink of rot has settled
in the garden, and a burst of fruit flies rises
when I touch the dying tomato plants.

Still, the claws of tiny yellow blossoms
flail in the air as I pull the vines up by the roots
and toss them in the compost.

It feels cruel. Something in me isn’t ready
to let go of summer so easily. To destroy
what I’ve carefully cultivated all these months.
Those pale flowers might still have time to fruit.

My great-grandmother sang with the girls of her village
as they pulled the flax. Songs so old
and so tied to the season that the very sound
seemed to turn the weather.

Set The World Rejoicing
Poet Unknown

There's never a rose in all the world,
But makes some green spray sweeter;
There's never a wind in all the sky.
But makes some bird's wing fleeter.
There's never a star but brings to heaven
Some silver radiance tender,
And never a rosy cloud but helps
To crown the sunset splendor;
No robin but may thrill some heart,
His dawn-like gladness voicing.
God gives us all some small, sweet way,
To set the world rejoicing.

When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer
by Walt Whitman

When I heard the learn’d astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide,
and measure them,
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with
much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.

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