Wednesday, October 20, 2010

fantasy

(this is a first draft of something I wrote this morning...what do you guys thing?)

There is a land where rakes are “hitters”
bouncy balls are reusable bombs
sticks are machine guns
umbrellas are shields
and
swords are made of plastic

where death is only 10 seconds long
and then you come back to life,
where you tell your enemies when a
surprise attack is coming,
where a play house and a
shed makes a fortress
where an army is made of one,
and
sound effects are made on
the spot.

But
eventually they'll forget
that rakes were once deadly
and bouncy balls could kill
that sticks could shoot bullets
and umbrellas once saved
them from harm
and plastic could make a
sword.

Because death is for
eternity
a told on surprise attack would fail
a play house and a shed do not a
fortress make
and an army of one wouldn't last
very long
because the sounds are louder
than they can imagine.

Because real life isn't a fantasy.

3 comments:

  1. Wow, Sara, this is really good! It is simple yet intricate and the word choice is wonderful. Good job!!

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  2. Me gusta. Reminds me of shop a little...

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  3. Sara, this is one of my favorite poems ever!

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