Friday, February 27, 2009

The next Emily Dickinson

I had to write a poem for school, so I thought I'd share it. Enjoy....

A man slowly walked to the door

His feet slid on the hardwood floor

His shaky hand turned the brass knob

And then he saw the evil mob

They stormed inside his precious home

Not caring that he was old and alone

They grabbed his arms and tied them tight

He sat there calm and didn’t fight

They yelled and screamed, wanting his loot

He didn’t share it was in his boot

All of a sudden he sprang up

He told them that he’d had enough


I'll will blog seriously tonight,

Love you all and hope your day is going great!!

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