A Taste of Creative Writing

This is a poem submitted by one of our volunteers, Rachel. She wrote the first line and then passed the paper around the room so each person could add an additional line. Enjoy!
-The CITs

Hey o Hey o Hay
I wanna open and say that most things
Such as flowers are beautiful as if they
Weren't Puu-CHA
Flowers make me feel pure
The scents fill the air, and as
You pass by me, I want to
Feel your warmth,
Like an egg shell,
You will shelter me.
And protect as if by a small wing
Flowers under fingernails,
Seeds in ground, tapping
Wings feel like blankets, but seeds are more like
Stones when they don't grow
Evil in the ground
A tree of death
And life and sin
And knowledge that you can't help but
Touch. These words that have drove through
Generations from you to me to he.
The trees cannot shelter us from
The angry slaves
Who seek a vengeance against
Us, their masters hold up
By their roots, but as we all
Know what comes up can always be
Buried six feet under.