this is a poem i wrote in ninth grade that i found last night and i really liked

"the leaves have fled their blackened branches,
riding wind in coloured dances.
finally barren, all can see
the last foul leaf on crooked tree
said, 'i'm not one for taking chances'."

weeeee, and here's another one from fourth grade that i also found,
and it's a little dumb obviously because fourth grade so fuck you but i still like it.

"the horse i knew was white.
what a sight
as he galloped through the night.
away he flew,
into midnight blue,
the horse i knew."

ahahahaha.