Poetry by Valerie
Artist's Box
All the games
That I once remembered,
Like hop-scotch and jump-rope,
When I was a child;
Was really nothing
Until I grew up
Into an adult
With activities
That was so wild!
The depth of the ocean
Reveals so m uch emotion
The intensity gradually develops
With each line
As it becomes perpendicular
To the horizon above
To capture
The world of mine.
A rainbow tells so much
Stretching from one side
To the other end
Where there's a pot of gold,
That intensifies my imagination
Of what I've been told.
One, two, three,
Pick-up sticks.
I don't know about you
But I am very quick!
That special skill
Develops over time
With lots of patience,
Creativity and goodwill.
I can say that
This gift has truly
Become one-of-a-kind
That I can honestly
Call "My Very Own"!
