Annabelle sent me a challenge: to guess what two objects she used for her poems.
He grows in the sun and shelters me in rain.
I climb through his tangle of arms while he protects me.
He sways to the breeze rocking me to sleep and moans to be free in storms.
He sees me protecting me in every type of weather.
What am I?
She listens to what I do and is never faulty.
She says, "use me, use me. No one else."
She runs across the ground as though she is being chased.
She sees the world I imagine and puts it in words for me.
What am I?
What do you think she is writing about