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

Ice Castle

I once was a castle,

Carved out of snow,

But thanks to the sun,

I'm now a castle of ice.

My towers all shimmer,

With a rainbow of colors,

To my artists great work,

His love I do show.

Many hours and days,

Hard work like a slave,

My artist continued,

Until I was complete.

How long I will stand,

Is Mother Nature's choice,

But I know I will be here,

For lots of people to enjoy.

I'm an ice castle built with love,

That I show the love off,

By my brilliance of colors,

And the sun's daily rays.

Kimberly Johnson

1-12-07