My+poems

My best poem

My First Dog White fluffy down falling from the sky With a fire in my fireplace. My siblings and I, on the floor we lie. Next to our tall and bright Christmas tree, We wait for a gift. My parents sneak into the room, Stand next to the tree. They both kneel over to pick up a gift. They come over and hand it to me. A shaking and bouncing blue box. I opened the box, and out bursts a puppy! It was small and white, With piercing brown eyes. It caused my brother a fright. Me, with my eyes alight, <span style="display: block; font-family: 'bodoni mt black','serif'; font-size: 19px; text-align: center;">Gave him a name, though not very bright. <span style="display: block; font-family: 'bodoni mt black','serif'; font-size: 19px; text-align: center;">My dogs name was Buddy, <span style="display: block; font-family: 'bodoni mt black','serif'; font-size: 19px; text-align: center;">To my family’s delight. <span style="display: block; font-family: 'bodoni mt black','serif'; font-size: 19px; text-align: center;">--David Rabe <span style="display: block; font-family: 'bodoni mt black','serif'; font-size: 19px; text-align: center;">Per: 4 <span style="display: block; font-family: 'bodoni mt black','serif'; font-size: 19px; text-align: center;">4/13/12