One faded old picture

August 10, 2009
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One faded old picture
There in the dark frame,
One faded old picture
There in the freezing rain,
It might be a blanket of blue
On the child who just turned two,
It might be a head full of bouncy curls
Or a day shopping out with the girls,
It might be a purple kite
That you put together with all your might,
It might be the veil of a bride
Or the sun setting over the evening tide,
It might be the last tuff of hair on poppa’s head
Or little Ana’s first big girl bed,
It might be a shadowy trace
Of a tear that runs down an angel’s face,
Nothing has more possibilities,
Then one old faded picture, lying in the rain.

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Stephanie F. said...
Sept. 24, 2009 at 10:00 pm
it was good. i like the concept.
scaniok said...
Sept. 24, 2009 at 7:19 pm
Personally, I thought this poem was quite impressive! Altough you used Shel Silverstein's concept, I think you still did a great job recreating his work! Also, I love the topic, and maybe next time you can think of your own idea beacuse you seem very creative! The lines I enjoy the most are, "It might be the last tuff of hair on poppa's head/ Or little Ana's first big girl bed." Keep up the great work!
Emoprairedog said...
Sept. 24, 2009 at 3:38 pm
i really like this poem. it has a way of making me think about all my old faded photographes and what all they could be. keep up the good work.
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