Saturday, September 23, 2006

Harry Potter

When I read the second Harry Potter book I was completely disgusted with the poem Ginny Weasly had written for Harry. [Obviously not being smart enough then to realize Rowling had written it] I was simply in love with Harry's world, so as to speak, and thus, to prove I could have done better had I the chance I wrote this.
This was my first poem.
I still crack up when ever I read it. Enjoy.

A poem to Harry Potter on Valentine’s Day

His eyes are as green as the sea on a bright summer’s day
His hair ebony black,
The hero who destroyed the Dark Lord
And the youngest Quidditch player for more than a century back.,
Just like his father who was so unfortunately zapped.
But people that famous are haughty and proud,
And their boasts about themselves never stop.
But Harry has a heart of gold
That will undoubtedly ever turn stone cold.
I could carry on and on
And shower you about praises in every way.
But your secret admirer just wanted to wish you
A very Happy Valentine’s Day.

The Other Path

Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

That's just what this is.