Analysis of Its Treasure Calls
Nostrils fill with wood smoke,
a mountain spewing lies
Fifty miles up the trail,
its legend waves goodbye
Lost Dutchman in my memory,
the map no longer clear
While buried deep inside the truth
—its treasure calling dear
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)
| Scheme | XX XX XA X A X |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 101111 010101 101101 11011 11001100 011101 11010101 110101 0100101 |
| Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
| Characters | 262 |
| Words | 42 |
| Sentences | 1 |
| Stanzas | 6 |
| Stanza Lengths | 2, 2, 2, 1, 1, 1 |
| Lines Amount | 9 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 23 |
| Words per line (avg) | 5 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 35 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 7 |
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