The following passages are actually poems, but their original form has been changed so it no longer looks like a poem. Read it carefully and rearrange them in poem form. Do not change the wording, just the arrangement on the page). Be prepared to offer reasons for your arrangement.
Like A Tree
by Edna H. King
I can not make a perfect world for you; that would be too artificial. I am like a leaf on a tree. I will have falls. But, like a tree in Spring I will always bud with beautiful ideas.
Things Made by Iron
by D.H. Lawrence
Things made by iron and handled by steel are born dead, they are shrouds, they soak life out of us. Till after a long time, when they are old and have steeped in our life they begin to be soothed and soothing: then we throw them away.
No Respect
by Stevie Smith
I have no respect for you for you would not tell the truth about your grief but laughed at it when the first pang was past and made it a thing of nothing. You said that what had been had never been that what was was not: you have a light mind and a coward's soul.
Lake of Bays
by Raymond Souster
"Well, I'm not chicken…" that skinny ten-year old girl balanced on the crazy-high railing of the Dorset bridge: suddenly let go down fifty feet into the water. "That one will never grow up to be a lady," my mother as she walked away. but I'll remember her brown body dropping like a stone long after I've forgotten many many ladies…