Write a paragraph describing the connection the speaker in “My Wall” has to the setting of the poem. The wall is just a wall:
pale white stones
carefully shaped and balanced,
strong and sturdy,
5 still jutting up towards the sun
after a thousand years,
more or less.

I like to eat my lunch
while leaning against the wall.
10 The stones are cool against my shoulders
and sink into the dry earth
as though the wall is a tree
with roots that reach down through dirt,
reaching for strength.

15 Still, the wall is just a wall.
Not a monument or a statue
or the remnant of some great palace.
It means only
that there were people here once
20 long ago
just as there are people here now.

The olive trees in this valley
are old and wrinkled
like my grandmother’s hands.
25 My family has farmed here
for years upon years.
I like to think
perhaps an ancestor
rested during the harvest
30 in the shade of the wall.
Perhaps it was taller then
and less crooked.
Perhaps the rough spot on the stones
rasped his shoulders
35 as amiably as mine.
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Which statement is the best summary of the theme in this passage? people almost always disappoint their family members. working hard and being honest leads to long-lasting rewards. showing strength in a crisis makes problems easier to overcome. unintentional betrayal can lead to severe consequences

Select the contred text in the passage which sentence in this excerpt from john galsworthy's narrative essay "gone" reflects his view that there is no afterlife? an old woman and mrs. herd's sister were in the sitting-room, they showed us to the crazy, narrow stairway. though we lived distant but four hundred yards of a crows flight, we had never seen mrs. herd before, for that is the way of things in this land of minding one's own business a slight dark girlish-looking woman, almost quite refined away, and with those eyes of the dying, where the spirit is coming through, as it only does when it knows that al is over except just the passing. she lay in a double bed with clean white sheets. a white-washed room, so low that the ceiling almost touched our heads, some flowers in a bow, the small lattice window open. though it was hot in there, it was better far than the rooms of most families in towns, living on a wage of twice as much, for here was no sign of defeat in decency or cleanliness. in her face, as in poor herd's, was that same strange minging of resigned despair and almost eager appeal, so terrible to disappoint. yet, trying not to disappoint it, one felt guilty of treachery: what was the good, the kindness in making this poor bird flutter still with hope against the bars, when fast prison had so surely closed in round her? but what else could we do? we could not give her those glib assurances that naive souls make so easily to others concerning their after state. and the night was so beautiful, so utterly glamourously beautiful, with its star-flowers, and its silence and its trees clothed in moonlight. all was tranquil as a dream of sleep. but it was long before our hearts wandering with poor herd, would let us remember that she had slipped away into so beautiful a dream

What characteristics show passage 3 to be poetry?