Here are a couple of poems that I really like:
( Instructions for a Body by Marty McConnell )

"Give thanks, or go home a waste of spark. Speak, or let the Maker take back your throat. March, or let the Creator rescind your feet. Dream, or let your God destroy your good and fertile mind. This is your warning. This, your birthright. Do not let this universe regret you."

In kindergarten your idea of a good friend was the person who let you have the red crayon when all that was left was the ugly black one.

*In first grade your idea of a good friend was the person who went to the bathroom with you and held your hand as you walked through the scary halls.

*In second grade your idea of a good friend was the person who ( Read more... )