Here’s another poem pulled from the time capsule…
Amethyst
One sunny day in Ancient Rome
a child was drawing four purple dots
when his father called for him.
During the night
two full moons shining together
saw teh four breathtaking
dots and though of how
radiant they all looked.
As the two moonbeams
were looking, their beams
collided turing the dots into rocks.
The next morning
as the child saw the rocks
he took them to his brother,
and as teh rocks began to sparkle,
they both thought of their dead mother,
Amethyst.
Written by J. Morgan 1994