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English final called for us to analyze a lyric poem and write one ourselves...so here is a random poem i wrote as a product of an Emily Dickinson poem...

Because I Could Not Stop For Death
By Emily Dickinson

Because I could not stop for Death—
He kindly stopped for me—
The Carriage held but just Ourselves—
And Immortality.

We slowly drove—He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility—

We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess—in the Ring—
We passed the fields of Gazing Grain—
We passed the Setting Sun—

Or rather—He passed Us—
The Dews drew quivering and chill—
For only Gossamer, my Gown—
My Tippet—only Tulle—

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground—
The Roof was scarcely visible—
The Cornice—in the Ground—

Since then—'tis Centuries—and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity—

My creation.....

Because I Could Not Stop for Gas.

Because I could not stop for gas,
My car just stopped for me.
There was no fill station in sight,
To feed my famished steed.

I coasted down an endless path,
That winded left and right.
Upon a giant’s back I went,
And saw a wondrous sight.

But like the ebb and flow of tides,
Went back to which I came.
Saw all the things I saw before,
But somehow weren’t the same.

A line of rabbits ran from me.
The windmill blew me back.
The curves turned me but from behind.
And kept me on my track

I let fate steer and did not fear,
I did not press the brake.
Someway I came back to my start.
To choose what road to take.