Fast (an acrostic poem)

 

Furiously pedaling her bicycle she went all out

Amanda made it across town in record time, but she was still late

So she got there just as his bus pulled away so all she could do was wave goodbye

The next nine weeks were going to be so slow

 

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Thirst (an acrostic poem)

Too many times he had gone back to the pump

He was doing it again even now

It wasn’t going to change anything.  The water wouldn’t be there

Reaching for the ancient handle, he pumped it up and down vigorously

Staring at the dusty spout, begging for a hint of liquid to form at its edge

They found him there two weeks later still searching for a drink

 

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