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=Owls= By Lynnie Young

A beautiful owl Ferociously flying filling the night sky Howling hoots can be heard from Miles away

Its eyes a spotlight In the dark foggy night Its wings filled with fluffy feathers Flapping to fly To begin its journey

Far from its tree From its little dark whole The owl sets off On its journey

From tree to tree Day and night Swooping down Staying in flight The owl sets off on its journey

An owl, Just one of the many magnificent things in our world =Snow= By Lynnie Young

The snow, A white wonderland Being added to every winter Piles and piles as enourmous as the buildings surrounding 5, 10, 15, they just keep growing

Snow, Like a tub of fluff White as a cloud Creamy and ready to be put on hot chocolate to get warm from the freezing, cold, Snow

The snow drifts on your head like a feather Light and soft It tickles your tongue when it falls in your mouth, Melts away Taste of nothing but...water

The snow smacks you, hard Its cold and wet surface hits your face The sound of rain hitting the pavement fills your ears And wakes you up

As big as shredded paper Split into quarters Or As small as a penny Maybe even half The snow is all different

No two are the same =Saltopus=
 * By Lynnie Young**

Saltopus, It's back legs, a giraffe's neck But squished to a few feet high It's span, a runner's stride sprinting to the finish

It gets around Tiptoeing like a mouse? Jogging? Or jumping like a kangaroo?

It's energy? From reptilian animals and insects That was a daily meal Much different than crispy chicken and potatoes

A Saltopus, Extinct now Remains found in Europe, How old is it?

One of the most ancient in the world

Fossils imprinted Found once in a while Run your hands across It's scaly, jagged, and etched

Its bones, A needle in a fluffy, bushy, thirsty haystack Hard to find Where to look next?

A Saltopus, Getting uncovered Bone by bone like a puzzle You just have to find the matching piece Just keep looking =**Shiny and Dull**=

By Lynnie Young
A simple coin Tucked into one thousand pockets Since 1964 it is placed in yet another cash register Waiting, waiting to get used again

A simple coin Traveled through a press A fresh metal smell You can feel the new engravings Waiting to be used for the first time As new as a tooth that just came in

A simple coin From 1964 Used to buy part of a diamond A girl's best friend New and polished, ready to be put on a finger Worn for life

A beat up car Traveled down one million roads Headlights have seen one million street signs As worn out as an old pair of jeans Helping you get to work on time It still runs...

A beat up car Torn leather seats Ripped apart like a newly read letter How many owners Sat in the driver's seat?

A beat up car Engine sputtering along Sounding like a beat boxer Will it make it to the next street?

Should I keep the old or buy the new? Have the shiny Or the dull? New seems right, but Sometimes old is better.