"An' live off the fatta the lan'," the voice of joy and innocence.
The sway of the sycamore leaves. Cackling of the burning fire.
The smile that never changes. The sound of nature that never ends.
"I want you to stay with me, Lennie," the voice of the strength and warmth.
The scraping of the metal and the munching of the beans.
The friendship never changes. The strength never ends.
"I got you to look after me, and you got me to look after you," the men that continue their journey. Friendship, the only thread that links them.
Friendship, the only word to keep wishing for the dream.
"Never seen two men traveling together," the men who work. Who don't stop to think. The men who are lonely. The men who are robots.
I've only got you. You've only got me.
Chalk and cheese. But like wood with fire.
Two men with one dream. No one to call them strange.
I like how you added details after every dialogue! :D
ReplyDeleteI really like it! The details are great, just like Nysha said.
ReplyDeleteNice job!!!
Like both Nysha and Caterina said you had excellent details. I really liked how you added what you thought into your poem and how you added similes and you showed, not told. It was a great read.
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