Walking away analyse

Step 2: Loosing, escaping, sad, dissapointed, memories, shadow.
Step 4: Touch-lines, eddying away, irresolute, football, satellite, selfhood, pathos, gnaws at my mind still, like a winged seed loosened from its parent stem, day/play/away, see/free/be, away/convey/clay, so/show/go.
Step 5: no adverbs, absence of fullstops, gnaws at my mind still, like a winged seed loosened from its parent stem.
Step 6: day/play/away - rhymes, see/free/be, - rhymes, away/convey/clay -rhymes, so/show/go -rhymes.
Step 7: No.
Step 8: I think that this poem wants to tell people about the feeling of a parent seeing his child growing up, and one day leaving him. I know this as he wrote "like a winged seed loosened from a parent stem". He was very sad to see his child leave him, as he wrote "that hesitant figure, eddying away", shows that he is not willing to let go.
Step 9: a) persona b)a particular person c) sad d) neutral e) it sounds more formal and it is easier to read as every one. three, five of a paragragh rhymes f)I have understood the poem better. I have learnt how to use the different methods of writing a poem like rhyming, simile, metaphors etc. to create a better effect on the poem.
Step 10: I think that the writer is trying to tell parents that one day, parents have to let go and let their children enter the real world and face reality. Although one would be sad seeing his children leave him, he must know that it is for his child's own good.

Poem: A Gluttonous mice

There once was a gluttonous mice.

Everyday, it'd throw a dice.

Superstitious it was,

to say,"Of course!

Dice'd bring me a lot of rice!"

Poem: Listening to Sounds

I heard the owls hooting in the dark.

I heard the sheep bleating beyond the hill.

I heard the wolves howling under the moon.

I heard the sparrow chirping on the trees.

I heard the dogs barking at the rabbit.

I heard the horses neighing on the field.

I heard the bulls snorting behind the fence.

I heard the bees buzzing in front of the flowers.

I heard the frogs croaking on a lily pad.

I heard the mice squeaking in its hole.

I heard the roosters crowing in the morning.

I heard the turkeys booming to each other.

I heard the pigeons cooing peacefully.

I heard the ducks quacking on the water.

I heard the pigs grunting in the mud.

I heard the cats meowing in its warm basket.

Life is a wrestling match

Life is a wrestling match and you never know

your future, which lays ahead of you.

Victory or failure?

You have to fight yourself.

You clench your fist, tighter and tighter,

knowing that fate, lies in your hand.

You stared at him, he stared at you.

Ever so cold, ever so silent.

You bit your lips and shivered in fear,

waiting for him to strike.