Monday, July 12, 2010

Simile Poem

What is the key to happiness?

Is it how bouncy a child jumps on the bed?
Or is it red, white and blue like the American flag?
Does the aroma of an eraser fill your nose?
Maybe the scratcher of a ball represent the burns
on my arms.

The roundness of the ball is like baby's toes.
The smooth spherical object is important to my life
like a mother is to her son.
What is the key to happiness you might say?

A Molten Super Touch volleyball.

By Erica Lei

No comments:

Post a Comment