All Four

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.

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.

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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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.

Saying Good-bye

When you make new friends,
Don'’t you keep the old?
That'’s what teachers say,
Mums and Dads too.

But when a friend meets someone new,
Your world of friends can change.
They may be there when it'’s tough,
But sometimes they'’re not.

Best doesn'’t mean forever
But friends doesn'’t mean silence.
A friend should be a shoulder for rest
And always a phone call away.

But when school starts this year,
Things will change.
So keep in mind,
She may be gone forever.

Just be careful you don't make someone feel the same.

Little Fish

This little poem is for my fish, Morressey, who has passed away.

Little
By little,
The fish
In a puddle
Swam
To the top
And
Down with a flop.
The music
Didn't help
Who knew
How he felt,
Poor little Morressey

Paint Me a Colour

Paint Me a Colour

Colour me pink

No, make it blue,

How about brown

Or even white.

But tell me,
What does it matter?
Aren't we the same?

Isn't that what
You told me?
That it's always
Been that way?

But we aren't the same,
Aren't we unique?
I thought God
Made us differently
For different reasons.

But maybe,
You can't see the world
Has more than a rainbow
Of brightly shining colours.

To My Dear Mother Flood. Love your Daughter *Fluddle

To tend the sick
Is to tend a child
To feed the poor
Is to feed a family

To get married
Is to have a husband
To give birth
Is to have a family

To teach to read
Is to teach to write
To think inside
Is to think out loud

To be a wife
Is to be a mother
To be a mother
Is to be a friend

To be loved
Is to give love
Without this,
There are no mothers

And I'm glad
That there's love
Because with out that
I wouldn't have you.

Happy Mother’s day.