This fantastic poem by 8th grader Spartacus is full of interesting imagery, sound devices and figurative language. Also, it reminds me of summer, which is never a bad thing. Cicada Cicada Why the wailing, why the gnawing? Of violin screeching, of music leeching gone Gone for summer Gone for a month No one heard No burden on shoulders In dirt you sleep In daybreak you fly To tune the humid way To tune the musical Breeze Cicada Cicada Why the wait? Why the silence To hear the music play To those wings of yours Loud and everywhere Loud and soothing To warm the summer To warm the breeze
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Lucy H.
11/30/2018 08:32:39 am
I thought that the way you described cicada music was really interesting, and if I tried to describe it, I probably wouldn't be able to.
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Victoria Munoz
4/15/2019 08:45:53 am
This poem reminds me so much of cicadas because of all the imagery you put into it!
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