Some may recognize that title from a line in a poem by Robert Frost. I found another poem last night that was really dark, and the way it was presented was almost disturbing. The setting was a teen girl running away from home as a five year old boy read this poem in the background while his mother put him to bed:
A man of words and not of deeds
Is like a garden full of weeds,
And when the weeds begin to grow,
It’s like a garden full of snow.
And when the snow begins to fall,
It’s like a bird upon the wall,
And when the bird away does fly,
It’s like an eagle in the sky.
And when the sky begins to roar,
It’s like a lion at the door.
And when the door begins to crack,
It’s like a stick across your back,
And when your back begins to smart,
It’s like a penknife in your heart,
And when your heart begins to bleed,
You’re dead, you’re dead, you’re dead indeed.
Best reference I could find was a [Google Book].
I guess that's what I get for channel surfing late at night while waiting to fall asleep. I like the poem, but the presentation was unnerving in it's level of darkness. Small children shouldn't need to read such things. They should have time to enjoy the world before they discover all the things wrong with it and have to start fighting for hope that things aren't all lost.
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