Analysis of Folktale
Boots resting beneath the bed,
Tells a stories of folks
I never met, who walked on the soil from where he passed.
All this dirt now sits peacefully in my fancy carpet,
I cannot get it out of it.
His helmet and the dents in it, tell a different tale,
Mud that made its home in his nails,
Scratches on his face added beauty to the flowers that lay, on his chest,
And here I pay my respect to you Sir.
You are out of all the bombs and blasts
All the tunnels and dark nights,
Out of the sight of hunters.
You can sleep here in soft soil,
And no time your mother would come to take you,
And you would be running towards her, open arms
Like a child going home after a long day at school.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1100101 101011 1101111011111 11111100011010 11011111 11000101101001 11111011 101111010101011111 0111101111 111110101 1010011 1101110 1111011 01111011111 011110010101 1011011001111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 693 |
Words | 156 |
Sentences | 5 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 5, 7, 4 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 33 |
Words per line (avg) | 9 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 175 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 46 |
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Written on April 06, 2023
Submitted by Huddiq375 on April 06, 2023
Modified on April 21, 2023
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