The sun shines on your face as waves splash on the beach. People use rope to pull sailboats in, standing on the sand. You can hear birds in the sky, even in the rain.

I've done my best to compose the above poem in a good form, but with poor imagery, to emphasize that weakness. The sun "shines." People pull "rope." They stand on "sand." You can hear "birds in the sky." I also included an interesting last line — "even in the rain" — to hint at an epiphany. But when one thinks about that statement, its "truth" is empty and does not move the reader emotionally. Now let's read Rupert M. Loydell's poem:

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