Fire
A burning fire
A lost soul
Reaching from the pits of hell
For heaven
It has many enemies
Cool water that attacks with force
Blowing wind that makes death
Slow
It has a blue heart that no one
Sees
A red soul that no one
Understands
Burning
Spitting
Hissing
Mad
Like a cat that creeps
In the night
Without an owner
It destroys
September 12, 2002
Canoe Camp (Canoeing On the Deleware)
Canoeing requires paddles, not
Oars. Camp is not camp with
No riddles, no meadow games, and
No card games.
I like to be in the back of a canoe, steering.
Everyday on the
River is
Exciting. For four
Days we paddled
Forty-five miles.
It was very hard, but sometimes
Easy. It seemed
Longer than four wonderful
Days.
Written for school spelling out my name; September
Destinations
Home
October 2002
November 2002
December 2002
January 2003
February 2003
