by Lane / Love,
Lane

Me and dad were looking on the rocks we found a sea gull. It had two broken wings. I named it Wings. I searched for hours then my dad gave up and I asked if I could call once more I succeeded,
but you still are gone.
I miss you.

 

by Lane / Lane Boucher Copyright 2002

Damsel, you blue pretty fish.
You always gave me great bliss.
And me, your friend, Lane, will remember
the times we had from August to September.
And this morning I found you,
sad on the bottom of your little tank, blue.
And this afternoon, I said goodbye to you.
And even though I am eleven,
I love you quite great.
will love you forever,
you upon the bright gate.