A Find

I was digging around my poetry stash and found this poem I wrote as an exercise for my poetry class last year. We were supposed to write lines in iambic pentameter, but I decided not to count syllables and just write in the rhyme pattern I was familar with. I remember reading something that said English speech generally follows that kind of scheme so I went with what I had and wrote something CRAZY

Another Friday in Lent

He went down to the stream
And saw life floating past
He wondered if it was a dream
And how long it would last.
A fish swam up, green and free
It startled him a bit,
Under the reflection of a tree
Seeing he was lost in quite a fit.
The fish cried out, do not be afraid
For this is the world that you have made.