MAIL
In the warm comfort of my room,
I found my bunny.
Replacement for the old rabbit I lost,
Given by my Nana.
Watching me with its two dark black bold eyes.
Soft, pink, and white
On its nose and feet.
What was its snow white body,
Is now old and faded.
Upsidedown,
It's a mouse.
Two black beady eyes,
Sleepy and tired in the mornings.
As old as I am.
Like my Mom comforting,
Like my Dad rough and worn on the edges,
Underneath, kind and caring.
Cuddling buddies when I was young,
Talked to when I was lonely.
My Bunny Rabbit.
The Biner
By Brendan B.
The old beat up biner on the ledge
on the twenty-third pitch of El Capitan
The most dangerous,
the most treacherous pitch on the whole
mountain
The ledge was littered with dirt,
people's garbage,
small pebbles,
The night cold, dark, and drizzly.
The old biner
oval and beat up,
an old tattered piece of duct
tape still on it.
Not perfect like me
It opens up like my mind,
We both are involved in the sport of climbing.
The grey finish on the biner is like my dad's hair
I found it on the first major wall climb above 19,000 feet
I will never give it up or throw it away
Gould company,
Silver like a shiny new coin,
Exquisite,
Like my mother with a pleasant voice,
High tone sounding like a fairy tale,
Flute.
My Ring
by Laura W.
On the sandy sun-kissed beaches,
I found my golden band of luck.
Small, round, and glimmering,
a special imprint of a shell at it's center.
Looking much like a fossil,
Resting on my finger
Telling a story of its journey to sea.
Like my mother,
sparkling with wisdom.
Bits of jewels shimmer in the sun,
Staring out to sea,
Making me realize,
how big the world really is.
My golden ring.
A soft , plump cow
among my baby gifts,
She alone remains in the corner of my bed.
No longer fluffy,
a puffless, gray treasure
soft and cuddly
worn and caring
stuffed cow, dear friend, Puffy.
Hiding in the room's corner,
A gift from my great uncle.
A huge white fluff of fur
A red bow around his neck.
Musty smell,
A big marshmellow,
Lazily he sits all day.
Protective like Dad,
Quiet like Mom.
My Uncle has since passed away.
A special possesion,
My big teddy bear.
Hidden near some scented candles, diaries, and pens,
Tall as a cereal box.
Tan like the sand near an ocean.
Like a tall cup filled with a mocha drink.
My life is in this purse.
Holding my money and my personal accesories.
We go through the rough times.
Always with me like my mom.
Filled with my personal, private possessions,
Symbolizing friendship and love,
My life is in my purse.
Posted: June 3, 2001 MAIL
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