personal poetry shared line poem I see a pale gold scarf on Mr.Neal, I cant wait to go home and do my homework. Its eight year lifespan shows, imprinted and sweat stained. He was sent on an errand and never returned. Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Pages: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12