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Ode to Friendship
You,
friendship.
You help
people
Get through
Hard times.
You bring
the world
Together.
You set
social classes,
You keep
man kind,
Sane.
Happiness,
Brought to
one,
By another,
By you.
Your like
glue.
bonding
two,
Together,
But
sometimes,
You get
old.
You-----------------------------------
lose
Your
bond...
And it's
gone.
But you,
you come
back,
To me and
others,
And I thank
you.
Lucian Eaton Summer 2010
Emotions
As I reflect on my emotions,
My past, present, and future to come,
Glimmers over a flowing waterfall of my thoughts.
I imagine the hardships, intelligence, and beauty of
Earth,
And like others, I experience mixed
emotions,
But mine refuse to leave like a brick in cement.
I try to escape, but never seem to succeed.
I’m like lava in a lava
lamp, Surrounded by emotions,
shaking violently to get away…
Yet knowing it will be hard to succeed.
Lucian Eaton Summer 2010
The
Graceful
Holsteins
The herd of graceful
Holsteins
,
Wash in from the barn like a flash flood,
Overflowing a vast area of dry land.
When the leaders of the pack are full of
fresh, green grass,
They set out right back to the barn,
With their black and white body guards right
behind them.
Back and forth, back and forth, all day long,
Until a familiar sound pounds against their
eardrums,
The feed tractor, and the cows race back to
the barn, like angry race horses.
The cows eat and eat until full of silage,
And nod, signaling that they are tired,
As they head off to their dusty sleeping
stalls…
And rest to do again the next day.
Lucian Eaton Summer 2010
Kramer
My first dog,
My Jello pudding
hog.
My best friend,
I loved you till
the end.
You were so
protective,
And not so
selective.
When we asked you
to go for a run,
You would bark and
wake everyone.
I jumped on you
like you you were fake,
And in return, you
ate my cake.
There are so many
stories of you to tell,
I'm sure that I can
tell them well.
There was a time
you ate the turkey,
That saved us all
from feeling murkey.
And then the time
you ran away,
But the cops found
you later that day.
I could write so
much more,
But I don't want
you to start to snore.
For a dog, you were
fine.
And now my poem
ends on this line.
But wait, I have
one last thing to say,
Kramer we remember
you to this day. Gertie Flagg 2010
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