Analysis of A Walk in the Garden of Life
In the heart of the Pacific Northwest, where ancient forests whisper secrets to the wind, there dwells a solitary Quileute man. His name lost to time, he roams the rugged landscape, a silent guardian of the wild.
His skin bears the sun’s kiss, bronzed by countless days under the open sky. His eyes, deep pools of wisdom, reflect the dance of leaves and the shimmering waters of hidden lakes.
The man’s home is a humble shelter woven from cedar branches, nestled against the towering trunks of ancient evergreen woods. Smoke curls from the hearth, carrying stories of ancestors and forgotten gods.
Each dawn, he rises with the sun, his breath mingling with the morning mist. His feet, calloused and sure, trace the well-worn paths of deer and bear. The forest yields its bounty: berries, roots, and the sweet sap of pine.
And there, by his side, trots a wolf pup—a creature of moonlight and shadow. Its fur, a blend of silver and obsidian, mirrors the dappled forest floor. Together, they move as one, silent and swift.
The wolf pup’s eyes hold the same ancient knowing as its human companion. It guards their camp, ears alert for the distant howl of kin. When night falls, they share stories—the man’s voice a low rumble, the pup’s a soft yip.
Under the star-strewn canopy, they dream of forgotten legends: of shape-shifters who danced with the northern lights, of spirits who whispered secrets in the rustling leaves.
And when the moon hangs low, casting silver threads upon their makeshift bed, the man rests his hand on the wolf pup’s head. In that quiet communion, they find solace—the wilderness their sanctuary, the bond between them unbreakable.
So, if you wander deep into the heart of the Northwest, listen for their footsteps—the man and his wolf pup—echoes of a timeless tale etched into the very fabric of the land.
Scheme | ABCDEFGHI |
---|---|
Poetic Form | |
Metre | 0011001011101010101011101001111111110101010100101 11101111101100101111111001011100100101101 0111010101011010100101001110101111011001011000101 1111010111100101011110011011111010101110101001111 0111110110101101110111000100100110101011111001 011110110101110010111110110101111111110011011001011 100111001110101011111101011101101000101 010111101010111101111101110110010111001001100010110100 111101010110110111010111101010110101010101 |
Characters | 1,850 |
Words | 321 |
Sentences | 19 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 9 |
Lines Amount | 9 |
Letters per line (avg) | 161 |
Words per line (avg) | 35 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 1,449 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 313 |
Font size:
Citation
Use the citation below to add this poem analysis to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"A Walk in the Garden of Life" Poetry.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 3 Jun 2024. <https://www.poetry.com/poem-analysis/186207/a-walk-in-the-garden-of-life>.
Discuss this Chris E Morganroth IV poem analysis with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In