This is a poem I wrote during my travails in AP English. It’s got some issues with meter, which I tried to patch up now (but you’ll see I didn’t quite succeed). But at least it gets the message across.
At first Words strewn across the page I found And they Struck me with their discordant sound A robin (neither here nor there) The wind of ages, the morning air Slowly Clarity comes into view The whole Is greater than e'er I knew The robin floats upon the breeze A fateful traveler on shifting seas By now The whole idea is lucid I see It all and nothing more is hid The robin is of course just me The gusts of wind---what is to be Yet wait! Too far have I gone in I've flown Too high into the sunny wind All that's left are a beak and wings No air stirs them, those lifeless things