My Favorite Coat

I collapse a come out in my mind. Some say it is my favorite coat. Indeed, it is one of a kind. My coat has moods, just as I. The two of us must never part. In the summertime, my coat has my heart. During the fall leaves touch the ground but my coat and I are still around. In the winter when it gets cold, my coat and I never grow old. As cringe comes and snow melts away, my coat and I go out to play.Frost wrote,Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd look down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the underbrush (n.d., The Road non Taken).So my coat and I looked this road and realized too often the doughy load. I with my burdens all the day and my coat with its colors that sometimes changes from day to day. To understand how much we have gone through, one must know my coat is true up. My coat is described in the words to a lower place and in the end, my coat and I grow.DescriptionThe coat I own is very cozy . It has two pockets on the outside and one on the inside. The coat that I own is in my mind, that keeps me warm all the time. It is make of black leather on a cold winters day and lamb beat internal that is what I can say. Pockets are snuggly and warm like hand muffs. The sleeves come down all over my wrists, which is an advantage plus.My coat turns brown when the sun glistens through the trees. When it is autumn, the coat color changes in weather that is fair. browned for the leaves, that fall everywhere. The pockets are lined with silk that is white. One pocket inside, carries my eyesight (glasses).During long hot summers, my coat be true. It is on these days, it turns a cool shade of piquant. The sleeves zip off and I can put them together. At these times, they become my belt. My coat becomes my robe of many colors. Despite the heat, I wear it on. When the sweat comes, it pours down my face. Yet, my coat go ons true to its place.In the spring, when birds fill the air, my c oat can be seen given me care. My sleeves zip on, during nights I get a chill. The coat of mine warms me at will. It knows my body, snuggling me from shoulder space and then the length goes near my toes. All the years that my coat and I coexist, hardly anyone knows.My favorite coat, whether it is black, brown, or velvet blue changes with my mood and yet, go ons true. This coat of mine is worn everyday. If the sun comes out, it glistens within. No matter what, my coat is a true friend.Summers come often and the heat increases. My coat and I do not go to pieces. I am cooled by the cotton within. The coat, itself, never will end. What is that, you ask? Why, being my true friend.Now in the spring, once again, my coat and I often spend. Time together, my favorite coat and I, perplex in the park and watch people walk by. Birds still chirp and sing their song. My coat and I listen to expressions that never receive a gong.ConclusionFall comes and trees are bare. Yet, my coat and I remain in each others care. I am warmed all the day. The coat is cleaned whenever I say. Dry cleaners for the best of what my coat has to give. Never, I imply, my cost must live.So by the discharge of the moon, I take out the coat cleaner. My coat is washed until it looks leaner. Not a speck of dirt, the silk must show. When I wear my coat, we both must glow. In the summer, when the sleeves zip off once again, I remain true to my coat because it is my favorite friend.Frost mentioned,I shall be telling this with a sighsomewhere ages and ages henceTwo roads diverged in a wood, and II took the one less travelled by,And that has made all the difference (n.d., The Road Not Taken).ReferenceFrost, R. (n.d.). Table of Contents The Road Not Taken. Retrieved February 28, 2007, from Web site http//www.geocities.com/jnkees/poem1.htmlnottaken