The Thoughts of an Image Writer by Kimberly Johnson - HTML preview

Ice Carousel

An ice carousel be me,

Though I turned not,

Made with humans & animals,

I sparkle quite clearly.

I cannot be moved,

From where I was built,

For trying to move me,

You will break me instead.

I look like glass,

But from snow am made,

Circle around me and see,

The rainbows of color,

That comes from me.

My artist is talented,

As anyone can see,

Let us thank him for his artistry,

And wish him luck for the future.

Kimberly Johnson

1-12-07