*I have guinea pigs, and I wrote this when I was 9, I think*

I am a fun guinea pig lover.
I wonder what a guinea pig says.
I hear guinea pigs squeaking.
I see guinea pigs all around me.
I am a fun guinea pig lover!

I pretend to squeal like a guinea pig.
I feel happy when I see baby piggies.
I wonder if my guinea pig hurts.
I cry if my guinea pig dies.
I touch a guinea pig's smooth fur.
I am a fun guinea pig lover!

I understand that guinea pigs need love.
I say "I lurve my babies, yes I do!"
I dream about adopting more guinea pigs.
I try to give my guinea pigs lots of TLC.
I hope my guinea pigs love me, cause
I am a fun guinea pig lover!!!!!!

/See www.cavymadness.com for more info/
 

*My feelings, jotted down randomly when I was 12*

All we see are wet noses
wagging tails
and pleading eyes,
thinking
"How can I please?"
But throughout every hair
claw
and bone,
everything but love and trust
cease to exist.
 

*I wrote this after going to the Saratoga Race Track*

A horse thunders past on the track,
eyes glinting with determination.
Nostrils flare
leaving an icy mist
in the cold winter air.
Muscles flex with every step
Veins quiver with excitment
Dewborn hooves pound in the dirt
Dust clouds awaken
Black mane and tail fly back
Let's go again!
 

*I wrote this when I was bored on the beach.*

White waves tumble beyond my reach
Salty spray swirls around my feet
The water radiates calmness
Bleached white sand is warm to the touch
The sunset of pink and orange fade beyond the sea
The beach is wonderful
 

*Just a random poem I wrote at 12*

Fire
So gentle, so true
Yet so dangerous
It sits there
Flickering into darkness
It tears at the logs
Fighting for life
Now only ashes remain
Fire
 

*This was a poem I wrote when I was 11 after I saw a pound*

Boxes with no topses
Have no use
In any way
'Less your a dog
Looking for a home.
Help and adopt today!