I look up into the starry night
To see the quarter I dropped
Showering me in the silver light it shines.
The clouds cover the spotlight for the next scene
Where the wolf howls and the clock strikes thirteen.
I pick up the coin and watch the world swirl.
As the orb of night plunges to the horizon
The sunflower blooms,
shining the golden rays that seep into everyone’s room.
The hawk spreads its wings
To swim in its golden wave.
The gold doubloon’s blazing light
is like a bonfire burning bright.
But when I pluck the flower from the dirt mound
The whole world shifts around.
When the cold coin rolls over the flare,
The whole world goes dark.
again.
Gorzycki Middle School
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