***THIS POEM WAS A PROMPT GIVEN TO ME BY MY CREATIVE WRITING TEACHER WHERE WE TOOK POEMS THAT WE HAD BEEN COLLECTING FROM FAMOUS POETS AND COMBINED THEIR LINES TO MAKE OUR OWN POEM. IF THE LINES SOUND FAMILIAR, THAT IS WHY. BUT THIS STYLE OF POETRY COUNTS AS ORIGINAL WORK**
I remember you.
The one who flung herslef out of the grass.
Became flesh and feather, took wing,
Arrested the sky.
I followed birds like all the rest;
They open windows and leave rooms.
Empty signs that still pretend they point the way
To home sweet home tell me what else I should have done.
But I know she has lived under her own pouring rain
And time does this to us.
Maybe we can all be like marbles,
Well rounded and varied.
You're the one who, though marble,
FLoated as beautifully as a
White blossom on the pond all summer.
