Junkyard

                                                                                         

Flourescent
Snake's coil.
Iridescent
Spot of oil.
Broken mirror's
Flash and glare;
Rotten smell
Demon's lair.
Yesterday's memories
Smashed and broken,
These things
Have Spoken.

Bent cars
No longer speed
Down roads,
Past trees.
Broken vase
Held flowers;
No longer
Holds power.
Car seat
On its side,
On which children
Used to ride.

Now these
Make way
For new inventions
Of today
For future Junkyard
Of future day.

(Written by Anna Williams at Age 12)

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