My Best Friend (voice/style piece written in class)

My dog buddy is quite an unsual dog, he thinks he is a person. He loves attention, any attention that he can get. He is very protective over me and my sibilings, he is a really good guard dog, except for when he is scared. He has a booming bark, that is know as his protective bark. However, when he is scared he will cower behind me or anyone else hoping that we will protect him. He is scared of many things from a stool to a tuba. Anything else and he will be there protecting me from any danger that comes my way. He is always there for me, he is there as my protector and my friend. He will be there when I need him, when i'm happy or sad, mad or glad. He is my best friend :)

The Secret

Two girls discover
the secret of life
in a sudden line of
poetry.

I who dont know the
secret wrote
the line. They
told me

(through a third person)
they had found it
but not what it was
not even

what line it was. No doubt
by now, more than a week
later, they had forgotten
the secret,

the line, the name of
the poem. I love them
for finding what
I cant find,

and for loving me
for the line that I wrote
and for forgetting it
so that

a thousands times, till death
find them, they may
discover it again, in other
lines

in other
happenings. And for
wanting to know it,
for

assuming there is
such a secret, yes,
for that
most of all.
-Denise Levertov

I love this poem :) As I was reading this I thought of the two little girls in a kindergarten class I would help out in. They were together as much as possible and every once in a while I would see them whispering and giggling to themselves like they knew a secret. I always wondered what their secret was, but never did I ask. After reading this poem I start to wonder if these girls had discovered the secret to life. I wonder if that secret is happiness? I'll continue to wonder till I too discover this secret :)