object+poems

“The Best Berry: Strawberry” By: Cynthia Pando You are the best berry. You are better than food. I would for you travel on a ferry.

Your flesh is so red You are better than all berries because you are not blue. If you were gone I would rather be dead. You are so easy to chew.

The sweet juice in you is very sticky Sometimes you are a bit sour But you will never make me feel icky. You are the best in any hour.

"DIrty Shoe" -- Thomas Cox

Warn away from years of walking Warn away from years of running Warn away from years going And coming The smelliest thing I own The most vital thing I wear They come and go over the years Replaced with the cleaner newer ones And become the warn out pair They come in all shapes and sizes They come in all colors and brands So when I ruined these pair I knew there were more out there But something was different Something was wrong This smelly pair was special Years of walking Years of running And years of walking in the mud Left these shoes full of memories Memories I cherish Memories of care Nobody will listen Everyone cares I will not through away this pair No matter how bad they smell I don’t care that they have lost all their traction I don’t care that they’re falling apart Because this pair won’t ever leave me Until I saw that other pair sitting in the window sill Full of color and vib Imagining how good they will look I dicided to put my feet inside Wow the comfert Wow the grip Wow it is time to get a new pair quick

“Rabbit" by Michelle Seo  Dear little white rabbit, Sitting alone on my bed, I would lie down and put my head On you out of habit.

You contain so many memories That I hold dear, They still remain perfect and clear As if they had been polished by emery.

I miss those golden days When life was perfect; When everything just clicked Living in simple ways.

Dear rabbit, how I wish To go back to how it was, The days when I believed in Santa Claus The days that I used to relish.  Hershey Bar

Something that is rich and pure. It sits on against a wall surrounded by others. All waiting for the same thing. It then stares you down, Telling you “Take me.” You say “no” at first but it drags you in. Soon enough, you’re sinking your teeth into The luscious and ever-known Hershey Bar.

By Rhys Athayde