viii. What is the rhyme scheme of this poem?
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Answer:
The boy saw the stars. They were so magical and stunning. They glistened beautifully in the night sky.
Explanation:
There was a boy. A boy with messy chestnut brown hair and distinctive freckles littered on his cheeks. The boy once looked up at the sky-- the first time in his whole six years of life. And the boy smiled.
The boy saw the stars. They were so magical and stunning. They glistened beautifully in the night sky. Projecting a mystical array of lights. They were small though, smaller than the sun. But he found admiration for them. He inspected them every night. Letting his eyes shimmer in their beauty. The boy then decided. He wanted to touch the stars.
"Daddy," the boy called. "Yeah, Captain?" His dad replied. His dad always called him captain. Or he would call him "sailor man" and relate him to Popeye. The boy acted like he hated it, but deep down he liked it. But, he despised when his dad sang the theme and said that he liked spinach.
"The stars."
"Heh. Yeah, I know how much you love those bad boys."
It was really happening. The boy packed a bag and filled up with granola bars and water bottles. This would be a long expedition. Climbing Mount. Momma.
At least that's what everyone called it. It was rather a giant hill than a mountain, but that was its name. And it was the highest spot in town-- that he had access to at least. The night was perfect. The city was drenched in darkness, without a flashlight you would be wandering the city like a zombie. The stars were able to shine through. They stuck out like a sore thumb.
It was crazy. Space above isn't some empty pit of darkness. It has something. It has light. It shows that there isn't only darkness. There is a light at the end of the tunnel.
He finally reached the very peak. "Yes." The boy exclaimed. He could finally touch the stars. He gasped for air, trying to catch his breath. He was hunched over in distress, but he finally stood straight and looked up high.
Stars wondrously shined. He held his hand out. Just beyond his reach. "No..." He got on his tippy-toes. He groaned in defeat, "No!" he screamed. A bright light down below caught his eye. His dad had come looking for him with a flashlight in hand.
He toppled backward. Fell off his dad's shoulders and tumbled down the hill. "No!" Dad screamed. Through the spiky bushes and over rocks and pebbles. He skidded through ditches and holes, and continued down the hill. The rough terrain scraping and scratching his skin.
He finally reached the bottom, he was no longer a boulder rolling down a hill. He was stable. But, a gash on his forehead was gushing blood. His arms and legs throbbed. Bruises were bright and bold. Cuts were either oozing small droplets of blood or weren't deep enough to bleed at all.
His dad caught up to him. He saw the boy's desperation.
He stared at the stars. One day, he thought, one day I'll reach them. But, now all he could do was look. Look, stare, gaze at the magnificent beauty high in the sky. Gaze at the lights that showed there was, in fact, light through the darkness.
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