"Feelings"
Once open, now at rest. Locked away are memories, Pressed red roses and golden keys, Sweetheart necklaces, high school rings, Pictures, yearbooks, ribbons and things. From my boyfriend, a love letter, The football captain's high school sweater. Now it lies there all covered with dust, Some cobwebs and a little rust. With this chest I will not part, Because of memories in my heart. |
| (A box will be located in the library for students who would like to contribute original, creative poems for this column. Contributions may also be brought to room 204.) |
