Two line poem:
Circles of two colours
Who marked their numbers?
A four line poem:
Chopped vegetables gathered in heaps
Greens, whites, oranges, I see
Glistening under the kitchen lights
I admire my handiwork with glee
An excerpt from a poem by W.B. Yeats:
When you are Old
“When you are old and gray and full of sleep
and nodding by the fire, take down this book,
and slowly read, and dream of the soft look,
your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;”
The rest of Yeats’ poem is here.