Poem
by V.E. on November 4th, 2005
filed under ladyamedeus, personal, writing
Oh my lord, my little brother can write. This poem ROXORS. Everyone should email him at [jccool3 at earthlink dot net] and tell him he’s an awesome poet. He IS an awesome poet, after all. Johnny, you ROXORS.
by John Duncan
I walk around the stacks and shelves of interesting tid-bits and things.
The smell of leather wallets runs in and out of my nose.
We trot back to the car to ride for another few hours.
Two bed hotels and bad cots or role out mats for me, and a complementary breakfast in the morning.
More riding in the van, with a story-on-tape playing in the background.
Snuggling with one of my sisters in the back seat so we could nap.
Grandpa and Grandma’s house, filled with old model airplanes, and needle point stitchings.
Running around a Wal-Mart, hiding from my mom and dad.
Pizza and orange soda for my birthday.
Saying good-bye to friends and family and heading back home.
hehe yeah..that is really good. MY boyfriend, people!
::beams with pride::