{"sf1_id":334928,"sf2_id":"AnKRwrPm","title":"Poem #41: The Wall","author":"bhscorch1313","words":91,"posted_at":"2012-02-05T02:39:00.000Z","tags":["Poetry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/334928-poem-41-the-wall","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/AnKRwrPm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/71/ae/71ae63c0-a5a8-4f4d-985e-080eb3d817b1","description":"#42 of Poetry\n\nSophmore year my English teacher took us outside, and told us to find two things and write a poem describing what we perceive about the things using the five senses. This is the other of the two poems.","content":"_The Wall_\n\nThe wall is as warm   \nAs the fresh-baked cookies   \nThat our grandmothers' make;   \nYet the heat radiates,   \nAs if the wall is alive.\n\nRough as sandpaper, that is slowly   \nTearing and clawing the skin as   \nA cat does your furniture;   \nCoarse as a farmer's hands   \nAfter a long days work.\n\nA farmer's open field   \nTo be seen:   \nColored like that   \nOf an aged book,   \nNot yet eaten by its own age.\n\n~bhscorch\n\n[![Creative Commons License](http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nd/3.0/88x31.png)](http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd/3.0/)  \n\"The Wall\" by bhscorch is licensed under a [Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License](http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd/3.0/)\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Poetry","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/334926-poem-40-the-leaves.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/334929-poem-42-nothing.json"}}