Outpost (an acrostic poem)

Outside all was quiet except for that ever-present northern wind

Ugly clouds shouted that something bad was coming

That put Kristoff into an even more foul mood

Pulling duty in such a remote Nordic section of the kingdom was horrible

Observing his youth and career slowly blowing away in this wasteland was worse

So deep he was in his musings that he didn’t hear the twang of the released bowstring

The snow soon covered up the red stain

Youth (an acrostic poem )

Young at heart, her dad tried to look cool

Only he had no chance, and she knew it

Unaware of his odds, he struck a pose in front of her friends

They burst out laughing at his ineptness

He looked crestfallen, until she clapped, then hugged him

 

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