Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Poem 1-My Story

When ever I hear a dog bark,
I think of a warm sunny day
At my house.
Little girls running and playing
With a black lab
Jumping into the pool to get away
But instead,
She follows us in
But that is not my story
My story is sitting at the kitchen table
Eating,
When dad says
Midnight is no more

3 comments:

  1. The last line got me, It made my stomach drop. I was able to very clearly picture what you wrote in my head. Good job!

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  2. ^^ I second that, this was great. (:

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