Alphabet Poem

Morning comes
Nowhere to be found, is he
Out he went.
Perhaps to walk
Quietly. Among the
Roses, perfect, he holds
Silently a vigil
Till once again the sun comes
Up. When will he
Venture out again?

Name Poem

Centered in
A world of her own
Surrounded by
So many people, yet
Individual unto herself
Dreaming often,
Yearning much for greater things