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 Language Arts: Poetry An explosion Bright Flares Flying Through the darkness A mirage or color Intense heat Light No Survivors Of this Fiery madness The quilted sun Lost behind Darkness There is No more light Buttercup Small and so delicate Though there are many You are basically yellow Other colors, not any You bask there all day Absorbing the sun And later at night, There’s no time for fun You are such a sight For everyone to see Because you are a buttercup As buttercups should be Kitten in a Box I am cold I am hungry I am tired My fur is dirty and wet My box is small and empty I am alone I am terrified The city noises around me are loud and scary I cower in the corner of my box So many people walk by But no one pays attention To little kittens in boxes Article posted November 28, 2010 at 04:44 PM • comment • Reads 1242 • Return to Blog List Add a CommentPosted Comments |
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