Analysis of The luck child
My old friend is beautiful
His body is so full of life
His hair is silver in the sun
His teeth straight and tongue true
His jaw is chissled like oak curls
And his walk gentle like soft rain
He spins sometimes in the wind
But I don't ask his name
My old friend is beautiful
Tall and friendly and kind
He whispers in peoples ears
I'm here and I'm still alive
He loves you more than I could know.
More often than I could ever know.
| Scheme | AbcdefghAgijkk |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 1111100 11011111 11110001 111011 1111111 01110111 1101001 111111 1111100 101001 1100101 1101101 11111111 110111101 |
| Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
| Characters | 428 |
| Words | 88 |
| Sentences | 2 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 14 |
| Lines Amount | 14 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 24 |
| Words per line (avg) | 6 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 337 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 87 |
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Written on February 08, 2023
Submitted by heathert.34240 on February 07, 2023
Modified on March 05, 2023
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