I wrote a poem for young world one day
I cheaked it and re cheaked it and sent it away...

Cobalt and umber and ultramarine, Ivory black and...
paint for me somebody utterly new...

In form and feature, face and limb,
I grew so like my brother...

I hear a sudden cry of pain
There is a rabbit in a snare...

Alone in the night
On a dark hill...

What is this life if full of care
We have no time to stand and stare...

Sweet to the morning traveller
The song amid the sky...

Whose woods these are i think i know
his house is in the village though...

So work the honey bees
creatures that by a rule in the nature teach...

They fought south of the castle
they died north of the wall...

I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO GET AWARDS SO WHOEVER U R...
THIS IS NOT A POEM BUT ITS A WAY I CAN GET TO KNOW...