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POEM 14 - The Castle I Call Home
I walk throughout the castle,
Past paintings of old,
Past paintings of friends,
Paintings of heroes so bold,
I walk to the bedroom,
The sheets are pure blue,
A window is above,
From which the light shines through,
I stroll through the corridors,
The Tapestry of Family,
It showed me at the bottom,
An ancestor called Lee,
My friend called Charlotte,
You see I treasure my friends as family,
As they are wonderful,
And they used to sit with me happily,
I can't let go of memories,
Just because they're in the past,
I have to hold on to them,
Until I've forgotten the last...
I made this while I was bored. It's pretty short, I guess, but it's alright...
 DaleLuck1313 · Sun Nov 12, 2006 @ 08:44am · 0 Comments |
