Poetry.

So i discovered this Awesome book that is filled with incredible poems, it has poems from over 100 poets and they are really unique. The book is actually my sister's Battle River Online English textbook but it is perty fun to read, It's called "Themes on The Journey" . Here I will turn to a random page and copy out the poem. ready, here it goes.

This is a Photograph of Me

by Margaret Atwood

It was taken some time ago.

At first it seems to be

a smeared

print: blurred lines and grey flecks

blended with the paper;

then, as you scan

it, you see in the left-hand corner

a thing that is like a branch: part of a tree

(balsam or spruce) emerging

and, to the right, halfway up

what ought to be a gentle

slope, a small frame house.

In the backround there is a lake,

and beyond that some low hills.

(The photograph was taken

the day after i drowned.

I am in the lake, in the centre

of the picture,just under the surface.

It is difficult to say where

precisely, or to say

how large or how small i am:

the effect of water

on light is distortion

but if you look long enough,

eventually

you will be able to see me.)

Pretty nifty, hey? i thought so myself. well anyways, cheerio. Liz out.