Lynette

//__Lynette’s Poems__// //__I am Poem__// The dictionary The second colored The friend The teacher’s pet

The different The language I’m the cello The quiet

Speaker toward the teaher The foreign The example The doll against enemy

//__Baseball __// Get the eight player out, Hit a homerun for player four, Let player nine have a turn. The fans want to see a goods game Screaming, shouting, fighting Sitting at the corner eating Notice the game ended Shaking the player’s hands after the game

I’m the first to play Run to the first base Get c aught by two base pitcher On each base line with the ball in the middle pitcher Running for a homerun Sliding on the plate like a snake Hearing the funs c heer Last game, we win

The explosion of a boom The all of my name The morning announcement The talk of friends A high five on the air
 * //__A Sound __//**

A flick like sounds The slamming of a door A c ricket flying through the grasses The barking of a dog The lullaby of the c lock

The reminder of instruction, from a teacher A c rash of two c ars Cell phone ringing, March 30th, 9.30pm in the c ar.

//__A Flower (ALSO I AM POEM) __// The several chiefly tropi c al I am the America Bulbous plants The genus Hippeastrum I am the ornamentals The shepherdess I am the flower

The painting I am the oil canvas The gift of Mrs. Henrietta Roig I am the 11 7/8 x10 in. The terra Museum of American Art I am the red amaryllis.

Skip a beat and the box was opened The emotion I lack Danger zone invitation in my voice
 * //__a skipped beat __//**

A princess’s revolution sinks or swims The blue on my palm, the true face of the storm My opened wounds are

The secret stamp books together in the minefield Dislike vs. dislike, date of fate The one who the day the world shattered

The trigger was pulled The door opens A skipped beat is my voice.