TeenWork - Autumn 2007
What Makes Me Tick
I love colors,
Flawless, bright
colors
Dancing,
Shining,
Prancing
Colors,
Prancing like the
Spunky pony I ride,
My cantering pony,
Muscles rippling
beneath
Appaloosa color coat,
Mouth tugging at the
bit.
Wanting,
Yearning,
To go faster,
And yet, however fast
She goes,
I always feel
comfortable,
As comfortable as in
my
Orchestra seat, my
Violin in my hands
and
The music flowing
around me
As I gently float in
it,
Like the snowflakes
that
Dapple my
chestnut-brown hair,
The opposite of my
creamy
Face and brown
freckles,
The graceful, dancing
Snowflakes that whirl
away
All the hustle and
bustle and
Replace it with a
peaceful
Silence, the silence
that you get
When you dive into a
book,
A wonderfully written
book that
Whisks you away from
the real world
For a few short,
blessed hours,
Or the peace that you
feel when
You look at the
undisturbed white
Snow on a countryside
field, untouched
By modern man, made
even whiter
By the gentle
moonlight
Shining from above,
As gentle as falling
Asleep to a blissful
Rest after a
Long,
Hard
Day.
- Sharon Wolff, grade 7
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