My Life as a Helmet
I get hit and smashed,
scraped and bruised,
cracked and chipped,
when somone crashes and falls.
I have saved many lives.
I have one of the worst jobs,
taking the place and protecting your head
from the cold,
hard,
unforgiving ground.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Childhood English 9 Poem
Childhood
Childhood is going to Grandpa and Grandma's house and eating all the food and drinking all the pop that I want.
Childhood is going on snowmobile rides and fourwheeler rides with Dad for miles and miles.
Childhood is running all around the house after getting the present I have been waiting so long for on Christmas.
Childhood is thowing a temper-tantrum after not getting candy from the grocery store.
Childhood is screaming and crying because I just figured out that I'm about to get a shot.
Childhood is not being able to watch Pg-13 and R rated movies with my older cousins, and not being able to play the bloody video games that they get to play.
Childhood is going to Grandpa and Grandma's house and eating all the food and drinking all the pop that I want.
Childhood is going on snowmobile rides and fourwheeler rides with Dad for miles and miles.
Childhood is running all around the house after getting the present I have been waiting so long for on Christmas.
Childhood is thowing a temper-tantrum after not getting candy from the grocery store.
Childhood is screaming and crying because I just figured out that I'm about to get a shot.
Childhood is not being able to watch Pg-13 and R rated movies with my older cousins, and not being able to play the bloody video games that they get to play.
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