Monday, November 2, 2009

Week 4B - Poem Paraphrase

Theodore Roethke page 503
Root Cellar

The cellar was so unsatisfactory that we couldn't keep anything in it
It was moist, not dry so the potatoes, carrots, etc. would spring shoots and spoil
It created a scary scene, all the shoots coming down from the ceiling and springing up from the walls
It smelled of dead things
Compost was forming
It was hard to even breath!

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