Briana

=​Briana's Poetry: = = = = Just Got Home = = I was happy to see her come through that front door, = = and stomp her feet upon the floor. = = As I saw her dust off her shoes, = = I no longer felt the blues. = = She smiled at me with teeth so white, = = she made the Sun seem not quite so bright. = = I was happy I didn't have to share her with a sister or brother, = = as I walked over and gave a big hug to my mother. = = = = She gave me a hug filled with love I could see, = = I could also tell she was happy to see me. = = As I was released from her embrace, = = I could tell on her face, = = she was happy I was home. = = She looked very tired from her long day, = = and the redness in her face showed she had played. = = She told me after school she had played outside, = = that she had played in the snow, then she smiled wide. =

you find me in your mailbox, where I lay.
Tree I give you shade when you are hot, and my leaves fall out when the weather is not. I come in many kinds, cedar, elm, and oak. You always cut me down, that's no joke. You use me for wood, pencils, and paper. You need me for air, don't be a hater.