Fierce (an acrostic poem)

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Fools rush in where angels fear to tread was his favorite proverb

It encapsulated his life in ways that spanned from ludicrous to profound

Ever since he was a boy, he would do the near impossible, twist fate into pretzels, and never miss a beat

Reveling in the audacity of the chaos he spread around like seeds from a dandelion caught in a tornado

Could do no wrong, and it was just the way of the universe

Evidently when you held your guardian angel hostage, you could ever be the fool, but were you?

Roots (an acrostic poem)

Reaching down, she scooped up a handful of the deep dark soil
Old smells of peat and fertilizer mingled with aromas of earth and moisture
Overhead, the sun poured light down, saturating the field
The seeds there were snuggling underneath their cozy brown blanket
So many people wondered why she chose to be a farmer, but this was where she had her…

Paint (an acrostic poem)

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Putting color onto the canvas brought a smile to his face and chase away his frustrations

As the white disappeared behind his assured strokes, his happiness grew

It was cathartic to brush in his happy little trees standing tall

Nothing could ruin his mood now

This is where all his mistakes were opportunities

Farm (an acrostic poem)

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Finding your food on the ground usually is a bad thing

And would be frowned upon picking it up and popping it into your mouth

Radishes and watermelons were there for the taking though

Making this one place where there was way more than the ten-second rule.

Donate (an acrostic conversation)

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“Don’t give me some lame excuse this time.  Where is my money?”

“Oh, my excuse isn’t lame at all.”

“No?  Then what is it?”

“All of my money was given to charity this afternoon.”

“That doesn’t sound like you.  What charity was it?”

“Extreme Gamer Intervention.  I bought all the Pokémon cards I could to stop them from doing so.”

Lava (an acrostic poem)

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Liquid rock sprinkles fell down from above

And where it landed, flames erupted

Voluminous black smoke billowed skyward

Ash rained for miles, drenching the earth in foulness