A Empty Page

By Rebekah Perkins

This paper on which I write,

Could hold words cheerful and bright,

Shall I will tell it a few of my dreams?

Like, riding with dragons, and other silly things?

Maybe I'll fill it with what's in my head,

Words that I think should be said,

Perhaps with tales of dances and balls,

Or how the bird sings as a leaf falls,

My hopes and dreams for the future?

Or maybe my analysis of today's culture.

Well, whatever this page has on it,

You can know that I'm the culprit.