Read the poem and find sentences with passive voice
A man is made of flesh and blood
Of eyes and bones and water.
The very same things make his son
As those that make his daughter.
A tree is made of leaf and sap,
Of bark and fruit and berries
It keeps a bird’s nest In its branches
And blackbirds eat the cherries.
A table is made of naked wood
Planned smooth as milk. I wonder
If tables ever dream of sun
Of wind. And rain, and thunder?
And when man takes his axe and strikes
And sets the sawdust flying –
Is it a table being born?
Or just a tree that’s dying?
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