The hilt was a web of steel bars and the blade, though plain and chipped, shone in the morning light.
It had it's flaws but the weapon still reflecting the morning light.
The weapon shone since it was brand new and never used before.
Boy playing on monkey bars.
The man in green under the tree is sweeping up trash.
A man is shaving a dog.
a new computer architecture lies on the road ahead.
The man is climbing a rocket.
Her poems were nothing like Hughes'