I'm cutting it close to midnight here, but I had to get in a poem today. I hope you had a marvelous Thanksgiving and got to spend it with people you love.
"Assignment 4: Create a poem using figurative language. Use at least two similes or metaphors clearly making comparisons."
The Free Generation
There was a generation
As free as the butterflies.
Flying through the fields.
Flying through the flowers.
Then, as their children hatched,
Their children became devourers.
Eating their wisdom.
So now we sit and realize
We are no longer free.
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