September 4, Year 1

Ode To Harry

Your eyes are a magnificent green

That shine like emeralds in the night

You're the most unique boy I've ever seen

And I'm glad I have my sight.

Oh, it's a start. I don't do poetry. It's not my strength. Don't tell anyone that though. If anyone ever asked, I'm a brilliant poet.

I'll just go back into my little dream world now. I'm enjoying escaping the reality right now. I don't just read at the library. I write, too. And, I think about him.