My poem
Aidan Maginn
Humanities P.1 P.3
September 26, 2014
MY BEST FRIEND
I walk down the hall that seems like a jail
Dogs look at me with sad eyes
We want a spooky dog to keep away the intruders
But we find a lover.
Some people may call her
Rough
Scary
Brutal
I say she is misunderstood
Soft on the inside
Sweet as an angel
People may call her a silly mutt
Just an animal.
But she is more than that to me
She is always there when I feel down
A new part of the family
Our protector inside a gate
My best friend.