GOLD! GLAMOROUS GOLD!

• Rhiannon Ross, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2007

As the dark falls
I look amongst my walls
At all the growing paintings
And all my evil hatings

I remember stumbling south
And droping my jaw
The glory of GOLD!
Is what i think i saw

Lest we forget
As we all grow old
Through these new born days
All my glamorous findings of gold

It is really a shame
Because where all after one thing
Thats the ritches of FAME!