Ok, so I have this dagger...It's got a green sheath and irridiscent silver blade. I love the thing. But anyway, my English class has entered a contest that Writing magazine is having. You're supposed to write a poem, essay, or story about your most treasured object. I thought about what I would pick for awhile, but soon decided on my dagger and wrote the following poem.
Blade of silver, sheath like emerald
A blend of danger and serenity.
Its weight is comfortable in my hand;
It is of highest value to me.
Elegant curve, sharp edge;
Carvings of lions
And gems of red
Holding such intricate design.
I am at ease with it at my side;
I look at it and let my thoughts wander
To realms unseen, horizons bright
And on these things I ponder.
I think of what it means to me,
Representing all that I love:
Courage, strength, and yearning fierce,
Passion given from above.
Some may think it odd or strange
That I should value such as treasure;
But it matters not what they say,
I shall keep my blade, my dagger.
Well, there you have it. What do you think of it? What is your most treasured object?