Kids
Poetry
Written by kids as noted.
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Blueberrey's
By Erin - age 12
Blueberrey's
are good to eat.
You
can squish them with your feet,
and
they are sweet.
But
they dont taste like meat.
Face in
the Night
By Erin - age
12
I
saw a face one night
It
gave my soul a great big fright.
I
ran to my room and got a broom,
and
brought it back to the living room.
The
face was not there
so
I grabbed a chair
and
then I woke up
I
was pulling out my hair.
Summer
By
Erin - age 12
One
summer morning
I
woke up with the bright
hot
sun shining through my window.
I
went downstairs and I smelled
the
sweet scent of flowers on the kitchen table.
I
got dressed and went outside to play
and
the hot humid air made me go down
to
the river and take a swim.
While
I was swimming the little fish were
nibbling
on my toes.
I
got out and went home for lunch.
I
went to the table and there was a iced
cold
glass of lemonade and a fresh, crisp
tossed
salad with fresh cut vegetables.
I
went back out and saw a bunny,
and
it's baby hopped out in front of me.
I
walked through the grass in my bare feet
and
picked a couple of wild dasies
growing
along the river bed.
I
ran to my swing and swung until
dinner.
I went home for supper and afterward
I
went to bed, and while I was lying on my bed
I
looked out into the bright sky
and
starred at the stars
and
I thought to myself
"What
a wonderful day this was.
I
hope I can enjoy the comming ones
as
much as I did this one."
Good
Night.
Love
By:
Erin - age 12
I
Love You
with
all my heart
Nothing
will ever
keep
us apart.
You
are my love,
my
life and my friend.
You
are my dove,
my
wife and my end.
I
need you forever
so
please don't leave.
O
love you so much
I
hope you beleive.
Spring
By: Trista - age 11
Flowers blooming,
Love in the air'
Birds chearping
everywhere.
Some people walking,
Some people are
talking,
But most are still
Unlocking their
hearts.
Summer
By: Trista age - 11
Hot humid air,
It's time to go
to beaches and
lakes
Kids wearing tank
tops and shorts.
Ice cream melts
Let's play inside
where it's cooler.
Autumn
By: Trista Age - 11
Leaves everywhere
Red orange and
green.
It's time to put
on sweaters for
its getting colder
now.
So play with care
and be fair
and keep your
cool.
Winter
By: Trista age - 11
Snowflakes fall
everywhere
no two look alike.
Out side children
sled
Winter's the coldest
season ever.
This was a fun
time I spent with these girls, their imagination can lead you. I know the
prose don't all rhyme but they put their thoughts on paper and I
enjoyed the reading of them. Like I told the girls, not all poetry has
to rhyme.
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