I and my hoverboard up in the air…

Writing 201:  Poetry.  Day Ten: Future, Sonnet, Chiasmus

I and my hoverboard up in the air

My hover board comes tomorrow!

I can’t wait…

As soon as the package comes,

I will rip it open with a scream.

For I am the only one,  that will have one on my block.

The kids will be jealous, but I won’t care.

I and my hoverboard up in the air.

I’ll go to the store, maybe the mall.

Maybe to the drive in…

To score a hot dog.

I will keep my hoverboard under my bed.

Safe and secure, out of sight and out of reach.

Oh, the places we will go…

To the zoo, then the park.

Or maybe just riding it down my street, for everyone to see.

The wind blows…

The wind blows with all its might…

Trees swaying and bending, oh so tight

The cry of birds screeching with sorrow

Not knowing if they will have a home tomorrow…