Sunday Afternoon

Today we have a piece from Emily, based on "A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grand Jette" by Georges Seurat.  Notice the shape of the poem: how it just sort of stretches down the page like a man stretching his legs out on a warm Sunday afternoon.

Sunday Afternoon

On a Sunday afternoon,
There sits an emerald green sea
of grass.
People
talk and
walk
sit and
sail,
on a beautiful Spring day.
Crystal waters
ripple,
as the small sailboats glide over it.
The bright yellow sun reflects off
the glass-like water and
makes
a mirror
for everything around it.
The sky is as blue as the water,
with small white clouds that drift into its atmosphere.
People
talk and
walk
sit and
sail,
as the day goes on and on.