My Town by Sharon

Hendricks
The leaves on the ground danced in the wind
The brook sang merrily as it went on its way.
The fence posts gossiped and watched cars go by
which winked at each other just to say hi.
The traffic lights yelled, Stop, slow, go!
The tires gripped the road as if clinging to life.
Stars in the sky blinked and winked out
While the hail was as sharp as a knife.
Family by Belinda
My family lives inside a medicine chest:
Dad is the super-size band aid, strong and
powerful
but not always effective in a crisis.
Mom is the middle-size tweezer,
which picks and pokes and pinches.
David is the single small aspirin on the third
shelf,
sometimes ignored.
Muffin, the sheep dog, is a round cotton ball,
stained and dirty,
that pops off the shelf and bounces in my way as
I open the door.
And I am the wood and glue which hold us all
together with my love.
Family by Belinda
My family lives inside a medicine chest:
Dad is the super-size band aid, strong and
powerful
but not always effective in a crisis.
Mom is the middle-size tweezer,
which
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and pinches.
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Dream Deferred by Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore-And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over-like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
A Poison Tree by William Blake
I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I waterd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night.
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.
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