1. A small, weakened plant
Searching for water with roots,
In the hardened ground.
On a winter night,
Joy can't be a thing more than,
A warm, cozy house.
Brisk, snapping, impatient, eyes.
Yearning for answers.
The house is ashes,
Though it stood proudly before,
Fire was it's (sic) end.
4. (sic) The house is ashes,
Though it stood proudly before
Owned by thoughtless men.
Sample of my seventh grade 5-7-5 poetry, cursive, blue ink, page torn from five hole spiral notebook.