Pollyanna

Floating clouds

carry aloft

Dreams, stories…

rounded and soft.

Take a gamble,

pull one down.

Create the movie

Build the sound.

Carefree boys and girls

Demanding sugar.

snap that shot

Beautiful buggers

tossing stones

and birds take flight

Soaring free

and awakens in fright

the cornered owl

comfy in a hollow

Dreams in dark And light

To transform the fallow.

We were assigned to write a poem that describes ourselves without using any pronouns.  I really like this poem. :)

~T