I re-awaken my blog with a random poem that I made up this morning while waiting for my grammar class to begin.
I call it:
"The Ode to Autumn"
O! Hateful Fall that breaks my heart
You taste too much of winter's chill,
Those bleeding winds - your fingers - here
They creep in through my window's sill.
O! That I could rip your pages -
The calender obey my will!
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Only in Cedar City, you could move back here where Autumn is pleasant...
ReplyDeleteKira, I'd like you to notice that Kinsey is the negative one, not me! I'm excited for fall and the changing of the seasons. What happened, Kinz? You used to love the holidays!
ReplyDeleteI started driving.
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ReplyDeleteWhy is it that Kinsey writes a POEM... it's taken literly and she is being negative. But if someone writes a Poem about say a wheelbarrow. It has to have some other meaning?
I like the POEM,
Good Job Kinsey
Love Dad
*grins* Thanks, Dad.
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