The wind is howling
Trees are bowing in the tempest
Dark clouds cover the heavens
Leaves strewn across my yard
In my creaking house I stay
Safe and warm away from the storm
When will this end
Tomorrow it will be over
Over it will be
But for now, I sleep
Waking to the sunlight
Of a bright blue day
Sparkles, sparkles;
Little things.
Little as a snowflake.
Sparkles, sparkles;
Shiny things.
Shiny as the sun.
Sparkles, sparkles;
Quiet things.
Quiet as a mouse.
Sparkles, sparkles;
Colorful things.
Colorful as a rainbow.
Sparkles, sparkles;
Numerous things.
Numerous as the stars.
Sparkles, sparkles;
Come to me.
Come as a little flock.
Come so I may see you shine.
Come so that youβll be mine.
Hi guys! I’m soooo sorry! I completely forgot that today was Friday. Anyway, here is my poem:
The wind is gusting
Through the leafy green oak trees
Howling for hours
SadnessΒ is death
Sadness is pain
Sadness is a move three hours away
When your best friend betrays you
and you can’t find one new
When your puppy gets lost
When you can’t go to the zoo
Not all life is sad
Not all things aren’t cool
Life is happy sometimes
More happiness than cruel
Just look at the glass
That’s half filled up
The glass that is halfway full
Fireworks go BOOM
I sit and watch the colors
Falling toward the ground
Lrose5
I’m here again for the Poet of the Month series!!! It is a new series I started last month. (You can see last month’s post Here) Ready for June’s Poet of the Month? Here it is:
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I think I have only read a few poems by William Blake, but this is one of my favorites!
I have no name
I am but two days old.β
What shall I call thee?
I happy am
Joy is my name,β
Sweet joy befall thee!Pretty joy!
Sweet joy but two days old,
Sweet joy I call thee;
Thou dost smile.
I sing the while
Sweet joy befall thee.
This is one of my favorite poems! Partly because my baby sister’s middle name is Joy. That’s why I was so happy when I found this poem! I like the old English and the rearranging of words! Oh, and if you are wondering why William Blake’s name is in orange, it is because it is a link. If you click on it, you will go to a page that tells about him on poets.org.
What is your favorite poem by William Blake? Have you ever heard this poem before? What do you like about this poem? Let me know in the comments.
Cooking in the kitchen
With mom is very fun
Cooking in the kitchen
Making little buns
They may not turn out right
They may not even taste right
But we had fun
Making little buns
Duffy is brown, tan, and fluffy.
He is not a mean bear
nor is he stuffy.
He and I are a pair.
Lrose5
In summer we swim
We dip our toes in the pool
We feel so relaxed
Lrose5
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