My Box

January 20, 2014
By emmalemma SILVER, Nanuet, New York
emmalemma SILVER, Nanuet, New York
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Favorite Quote:
Yesterday is history
Tomorrow is a mystery
Today is a gift
That's why its called the present


Blue grass
green sky
a tree that stretches ten miles high
will all go in my box.

Sunburn in the winter
snow when it's warm
a calm ocean in the middle of a storm
will all go in my box.


A squeaking cat
a hissing mouse
lights winds that blow the roof off a house
will all go in my box.

My box is a place
for objects like me
who refuse to fit in
who choose to be free.


The author's comments:
This poem is about accepting and celebrating what makes us different and unique.

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