Memories

• Javiah Adams, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2005

Memorys are as blue as a summer sky,
Like the dreams were you can fly.
They can be of you standing on green grass,
Laughing at the fat man who plays the brass.
Some can be as grey as a bin,
Or hurt as much as sitting on a pin.
Memorys can be as annoying as tanned skin peeling,
But over all memorys are thrilling feelings