Chickens

A chicken is a funny bird.
It is a palish brown.
People sell them at the town.
Baby chicks are so  cute.
Then they grow as tall as your boot.
They lay eggs.
We eat eggs.
The chicks look cute under their wing. 
That is what they bring.
I like chickens.

 

Watch Out!

A slithering, slithering snake.
Slithering beside a lake.
It is poisonous.
Red stripe, and yellow.
Could hurt this fellow.
When you see this,
Run away!
Come there another day.

Sheep

White sheep, black sheep.
They don't moo.
They don't peep.
As fluffy as cotton.
As cute as a button.
Not very smart.
At all.
Would be scared.
Of a ball.
But,
They are still very cute.

The sun.

The sun is like a drop of gold.

A very old, drop of gold.

Or a face.

Of a fairy queen.

That nobody has ever seen.

The moon is like a boat.

The moon is like a little boat.
Sailing off to sea.
It has no sail or rudder.
And only one sailor: me.
It is made out of lovely pearls.
I steer it around the swirls.
The stars are swishing fish.
Everything is hoverly,
Everything is loverly.
Goodnight.

Fairies.

The fairies are lovely.
With the lily as their queen.
Their eyes are very keen.
They are rarely seen.
They nibble at berries.
They sip at dew.
And, maybe they might come to you.

storm

The waves grew choppy.
The wind blew.
As I held close to you.
The ship creaked.
It broke in half.
"Help!" I cried.
The wind sighed.
Then gathered me up,
Like a cup.
Then I heared, "Cast off!"
Then, I realized,
It had been a dream!

An Insparational Poem.

Shine, bright.
Like a star in the night.
Like a flower in the desert,
Like a diamond in the rough.
Bloom big.
Love a lot.
You can do it,
Yes you can.
Be unique.
I love you.

Longhorn

A longhorn went to check on his corn.
Halfway there, his kid was born.
When he got back home, his kid was 45,
And his grandchildren were doing a jive.
His wife was sing'n in the hevenly choir,
And he was so surprised, he fell into a briar.
Then he woke up.

Dawn

It is no longer night.
The ground is dappled with light.
Rabbits come out and stare at you,
Birds sing,"twit-twoo!"
Leaves shine like fairy rings.
Flowers sparkle like robes of kings.
The creek is gentle and calm,
Its waters are as soft as balm.
The bobcat purrs, a nice soft sound.
The breeze moves along the ground.
Out of the trees comes a little fawn.
It is dawn.

A poem.

I sit at my table.
No poem.
I think as much as I am able.
No poem.
I howl and cry.
No poem.
Mom passes by.
No poem.
I mope and whine.
No poem.
To pass the time.
No poem.
I moan and groan.
No poem.
My sister asks for a loan.
No poem.
My teacher will be mad.
No poem.
I will be sad.
Suddenly,
A poem!

Night

At the end of the day the sun goes down.
All the houses look a soft sweet brown.
The whippoorwill sings a gentle song,
And the sleepy bluebird sings along.
The water is quiet and calm,
And the grass is as soft as balm.
The air is cool and light,
It is night.