The Match's Game

This is the personification poem we had to write about the object we received with Mr. Howard.

It started with a strike-
Then it came to life-
Excited she'll dance-
And start the romance-
And watch quietly.

A stalker so slow-
She might let me go-
So I can fly free-
With all liberty-
Alongside my own flame.

Slowly, slowly it dies-
With all it's fire that flies-
My chance has past-
My faith did not last-
As it all ended with it's staff.


written: 12 Oct 2009