Poetry Is…
By Briana Maclin

Poetry is a skating ring full of beautiful people.

Poetry is a beautiful sunset in the mist.

Poetry is a race car track that has a shine.

Poetry is the dark blue sky that we sleep under every night.

Poetry is a baby tulip in a field of roses.

Poetry is a book that never ends.

Poetry is my teacher walking in the beautiful sunrise.

Poetry is my gleaming smile on my face when I see my best friends.