Soil (an acrostic poem)

Some earth is rich and brown, ready for life to spring forth

Obviously this wasn’t that.  The war had across this dirt

It was ashen gray and crumbled in Jim’s hands

Looking at the ruined horizon, Jim knew he had to make it work, or else…

 

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Candy (an acrostic poem)

Confectionery transfers taking place

All you need is the passphrase

Never mind the other monsters and gremlins

Do a bit of legwork and you can be rich

Yet your dentist might be the final winner

Money (an acrostic poem)

Moving with the beat and her eyes, John was in the zone

Over and over he swayed and spun

Never getting dizzy or tired, the music and her smile edging him on

Even when the song ended he continued because it made her happy

Yes he looked like a fool, but he was rich because of his daughter’s laughter