George

• Mark Bridges, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2006

George
You are the black blanket spread over my bed.
You are Nickleback being put into the C.D player.
You are the delicious spaghetti picked up by my fork.
You are the orange cordial that I am swallowing.
You are my jeans folded in my lowboy.
You are Wagga with the big car park hiding cars from view.
You are the happiness threatening to over take me.
You are George.