Summer's End
Draws A Near.
Fall's Colours,
Gold And Bright.
Winter's Long.
Cold, And Bleak.
Spring's Beginnings
Bring New Life
Seasons.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Season
Bright Sun In My Eyes.
Dark Clouds Surround The View.
Rain Drops On My Nose.
Sun Beams On My Clothes.
Wind Through Locks Of My Hair,
Ripping Through The Air.
Summer.
Dark Clouds Surround The View.
Rain Drops On My Nose.
Sun Beams On My Clothes.
Wind Through Locks Of My Hair,
Ripping Through The Air.
Summer.
Monday, August 20, 2007
Stars
The stars planted themselves in the night sky.
Twinkling bright and dancing on edges.
Scattered and grouped, shimmering and dark.
The night sky.
The night's beauty.
Planted on reflections in the water.
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Twinkling bright and dancing on edges.
Scattered and grouped, shimmering and dark.
The night sky.
The night's beauty.
Planted on reflections in the water.
Bored like me? Here's my solution:
http://www.urban75.com/Mag/bubble.html
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Project
My Social Studies class has been talking about migration for two weeks now. My teacher read a poem in class and then asked us to write a poem that had to do with moving. This is what I wrote...
Today's the day
I move away,
From all the pain and sorrow.
From the poor
And all the war,
I leave my little burrow.
I say good-bye
and start to cry,
I'd hate to leave you now.
But I'll be back
To pick up the slack
And say good-bye once more.
Today's the day
I move away,
From all the pain and sorrow.
From the poor
And all the war,
I leave my little burrow.
I say good-bye
and start to cry,
I'd hate to leave you now.
But I'll be back
To pick up the slack
And say good-bye once more.
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