Poem On His Birthday Comments

Nice poem

And his vorpal sword went snicker snack....

great great great write Who is the light of old And air shaped Heaven where souls grow wild As horses in the foam: Oh, let me midlife mourn by the shrined And druid herons' vows The voyage to ruin I must run, Dawn ships clouted aground, Yet, though I cry with tumbledown tongue, Count my blessings aloud: great 10+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

A shame that this was not checked for spelling errors before posting. There are several, and they really detract from the sense of the poem.Check this version against one in a book of Dylan's poems to find the errors. A great poem!

THIS WAS HELPFUL BECOUSE ITS MY UNCLES B-DAY AND HIS DEAD AND THIS JUST BROURT HAPPY MEMORYS IN MY TEARFUL EYES OF HIM THANK YOU IM SO GLAD I READ THIS THANKS REALLY IM SO HAPPY

THANK YOU FOR WRITING THIS POEM IT HELPED SO MUCH AND WE ARE GLAD THIS POPED UP YOU YOUSED RELLY KIND WORDS AND THANKS WE ARE ONLY KIDS AND WE ARE SO MUCH HAPPER NOW WE FOUND THIS POEM FROM SASHA AND EMMA

This has quite a few errors - don't take it to be accurately what Dylan wrote.

This has quite a few errors - don't take it to be accurately what Dylan wanted.

Awesome I like this poem, check mine out