Poems from Alicyn

They played with fire They didn’t know the results Though they were dire Now they’ll never be adults    Naive, the young girls were They’ll...
The springtime brings me joy My brother plays with his favorite toy   My sisters sing a happy tune My cousin just wants a balloon
How could I be so blind? How could he do this to me? Dead, I am Haunted, he will be
Barbara Bane killed a man She hit him with a frying pan She didn’t know how strong she was Until she felt the pan’s ringing buzz
The wind blows through my hair Connecting me with the air The sun warms my skin Making me want to grin The summer air brings me delight...