A Collection of Poems and Writing about Nature and Life.

Friday, March 12, 2010. I was just five in Mexico and now in jail. When I inhale I live to exhale, just five and now in jail. I was frail, just five and now in jail. At age five I never went to school, I thought I would never need it so I use to go to the cemetery, to see, bodies of the dead laying in their death bed. Sleeping on concrete feeling my hearts off beat. Just five and now in jail.

Can you write a poem for this dog? She is coming out of the ocean in Hawaii. She enjoys playing with the frisbee, but think about why she enjoys it. Is she bringing the frisbee to you? Does she like to get wet? How does she smell when she is wet? What would she want to tell you. Check out my poem, here. What would your pet have to say about this snow person? Would it want to make friends? Would it want to lick it, or do something else? Is it possible for a snowman and a dog to become best friends? .

One poem per card, posted daily.