AN: We had to do this for an assignment, but I wrote this myself.
A treasure in my mind,
a blond gutair in my hands
slightly warped,
chipped and gouged,
a Madeira folk guitar.
Scuffed and scratched,
finger-printed,
a Madeira folk guitar.
A silver turning key,
copper-wound strigns
down a long, slim neck
Tarnished frets,
and music maker,
an enormous yellow pear,
My Madeira folk guitar.
