Guardian

A guardian, aged with wisdom.
A child, a young free soul.
An autumn, a swirl of colors.
A dress, pretty and bright.
A jacket, dull and worn.
To work, is what we all have to do
To play, is what we all want to do.
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1 comment:

  1. brotjesJanuary 7, 2011 at 6:25 AM

    I really like this poem, Paige. It creates really nice imagery and is really creative. I like the concept and how you describe certain objects or actions. Nice job!

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