Unknown
My Sweet,
Under your knees and feet,
Across the valley,
With friends I’ll not be knowing,
Older than you are.
In some place of the sun,
Out of reach
All the same
That one dark thought
thinks a lot
Some other place.
Early spring,
Always like Summer.
The night is still.
The news of day
indirect.
The sky
On the ocean floor,
Just think!
Summertime doesn’t live here anymore.
If you climb
The invisible ladder
from when he fell,
Revolving and curling,
Afraid of what our eyes have seen.
Under your knees and feet,
Across the valley,
With friends I’ll not be knowing,
Older than you are.
In some place of the sun,
Out of reach
All the same
That one dark thought
thinks a lot
Some other place.
Early spring,
Always like Summer.
The night is still.
The news of day
indirect.
The sky
On the ocean floor,
Just think!
Summertime doesn’t live here anymore.
If you climb
The invisible ladder
from when he fell,
Revolving and curling,
Afraid of what our eyes have seen.
♠ ♠ ♠
This is a school project and this kind of poem is truly called a collected poem. It's when you borrow a line or two (not the entire poem) from another and put it together without your own words.