Tuesday, January 25, 2011

A Narrative Poem With Rhyming Scheme

I ran
I shouted
the sky was dark black
my brother was missing
I couldn't go back.

People sat excited,
 food being shared,
while I remained searching,
saddened and scared.

At last (BAM), the sky lit up bright
people cheered, and I cheered
for I could see through the night.

I began to run faster
"I'll find him!" I said,
and of course, there I saw him,
his four year old head.

I called to my family,
we rejoiced with glee
as he turned and smiled,
 looking at me.

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