poem
Yellow Fever 1793
Submitted by 97mkhan on Tue, 12/01/2009 - 02:17.Yellow Fever
Death is near
People fear
Life feels like death
Church bells ring
fever stings
Life cut short for many
People don't survive; barely any
Many people leave but we stay
Still cutting grass and sorting hay
Living here is a horror
Some who stay are filled with sorrow
I'm here with my family
Just me and my sister Rosalie
We pray from our hearts
BORED
Submitted by 97mkhan on Tue, 12/01/2009 - 02:01.BORED
T.V's on
People yawn
Time to sleep
In my cheap jeep
Sand Dollar
Submitted by sportslover1996 on Tue, 06/02/2009 - 17:34.Once alive,
But now a still hollow shell.
Finding one is said to be lucky.
But I did it…
Something I’ve been waiting to do for years
A whole sand dollar.
A Pure White Solid Disk.
Such an exquisite feeling to finally find a natural treasure.
Billions of tiny rocks and broken shells,
Yet even more grains of sand.
Water as far as the eye can see.
Even with all of that beauty,
To stumble upon one small treasure
Makes it all worth while
I Can Do It
Submitted by minniemouse287 on Mon, 04/27/2009 - 17:49.I CAN DO IT
A sigh, a deep sigh
And again he scratches his head
But he believes it can be done
This could be the time
It can be done
The world is changing
Strangers are to invade
From blackness above they come
To make us their slaves
It can be done
This could be the answer
But no one believes
To encase our planet with a force field unseen
It can be done
They laugh, they tease
And still don’t believe
