Decided to break up the last 15 points into a 10 point poem and 5 point poem. Gotta memorize these and study the other stories. Woot.
All But Blind by Walte Mare
All but blind,
In his chambered hole,
Gropes for worms,
The four clawed Mole,
All but blind,
In the evening sky,
The hooded Bat
Twirls softly by.
And blind as are
These three to me,
So, blind to Some-one
I must be.
Splinter by Carl Sandburg
The voice of the last cricket
across the first frost
is one kind of good-by.
It is so thin a splinter of singing
