Kendra

ORIGINAL

Expression By Kendra Nedell

Kaleidoscope colors that fill my life; Evergreen trees that fill up the corner of the family room on a brisk holiday in December Navy blue night sky, showing shooting stars Denim jeans that can be worn anytime Robin’s egg blue eggs settled safely in the constructed nests Apple green apples pulled from the orchard trees Electric blue crawfish crawling around in Florida freshwater Limes used to add sour flavor into summertime drinks Inchworms that inch along the ground, avoiding any passing feet Zinnwaldite brown soil, making it possible for plants to blossom Amber fire warming children after a long day out in the snow Baby pink babies entering our world for the first time Eggplant homecoming dresses headed to the dance Turquoise waters plunging against the grainy, speckled sand Harvest gold pumpkins picked from the patch Apricots ripening in the sunlight shining onto the kitchen counter Daffodils seeds being spread across the lawn by a simple blow Aqua gems, glistening on the jewelry in the small boutique window Indigo, completing the rainbow Roses gifted on Valentine’s Day Neon yellow, seen in the pitch black of the night Ecru wedding dresses, floating down the aisle Deep chestnuts roasting on the open fire, welcoming the New Year Emerald clovers sprouting in the spring Lavender flowers, providing a sweet treat to bees, Lift my spirit and brighten my day. Why can’t these colors be in my life every day?



Master Techniques Used:

"Deep chestnuts roasting on the open fire, welcoming the New Year." -Personification "Zinnwaldite brown soil, making it possible for plants to blossom." -Cool, Vivid Words

ORIGINAL

The Other Meaning By Kendra Nedell

Taking out the rake, knowing it would do no good After the leaves were raked into a pile And splattered around like before But it is not raking the leaves That brings the joy It is spending time with family

It is always warming to the heart; spending time with family That brings the orange, red, and yellow leaves; good And crisp; the ripe color that brings the joy The leaves are stacked like paper piles And their smell IS fallen leaves Now for the jump, and the scattered mess like before

There is no doubt that they will not remain as before For then the fun with family Would come to an end- so the leaves >Are replied while the kids yell, “Jump high and good!” Into the pile Went the child, chuckling with joy

The joy Lasted a lifetime, like every fall before Where simple nature; much less, piles Of crunchy, dead leaves, can be family Fun. These good Times, with nature’s leaves.

There is a lesson these leaves Have to teach. Joy Does not come from any good Family event, but jumping in leaves. It is different. Before The fall, family Fun can come from the beach or skiing. But in the fall, it is meant to come from leaf piles.

The leaf piles Will be gone by winter, soon. Enjoy the leaves While they last. Wasted family Time is like wasted water. Once it is used, THIS joy Will not return right away. But before It is gone, use it wisely. Know it WILL do good.

Joy originates from these simple piles. Before the leaves fall, their beauty can be observed, but in a different way. While they are coating the earthy floor, use their beauty as good family fun.

Master Techniques used:

"That brings the joy, And crisp; the ripe color that brings the joy, Went the child, chuckling with joy, The joy, Have to teach. Joy, Time is like wasted water. Once it is used, THIS joy, Joy originates from these simple piles." -Repetition (of the last word in each line) "Wasted family Time is like wasted water. Once it is used, THIS joy Will not return right away. " -Simile

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