Reid@YWP

To kiss another’s tears is to drink a poison of your own creation, 

Thoughtful, carefully crafted, and yet stings just the same.

To kiss another's tears is to be in a desert full of drought,

Write a poem with two stanzas, about your favorite childhood character. The first stanza should be about what you thought of the as a child, and the second what you think of them now. 

Summer, here at last. 
Long days, sunlight, 
Mosquito bites and beaver dams. 

Maple creemees, flower gardens, 
camping and swimming, under the summer sun. 

Today was the first time I've gone biking in the morning — the proper morning, when the sun is light on your shoulders and the neighborhood is waking up, bursting with birdsong and the not-so-harmonious orchestra of barking dogs — and it was wonde