Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." - Carl Sandburg

Monday, June 20, 2011

Annabelle's poems





Me

me me me
what do you think of me
love me or hate me
just say we are friends
or are they just lieing to
get more friends

i want to know what people think of me
what do you think of me
me me me

trees


i see trees
all around me
trees trees trees

when i jump leaves fall
all over me
it is fun
trees trees trees

what can i do
nothing at all
just have fun with
trees trees trees
mrs. burke

loving caring funny is she
clever as one can be
we learnerd as much as we can learn
you opened up my other 98% of my brain and filled it with skills and knowledge
the best teacher that we can ever have.

Daniella

i am covered with paint
all over me
it is because of Daniella.

we threw paint
everything is coverd with paint
everything everything everything

my mom was not mad.
i am so happy
it was so much fun.
now it is time to have sleepover
so bye

circus


ready set hup
fly fly fly

knees up
up up up

knees down
down down down

swing swing swing

flip flip flp

omg i mad it i did it. i love doing the flying trapeez

13

13 13 13
the day has come
the bright and shiney day
that i have waited for years and years
i wonder to my self is it going to be good.
bot bot matzvah
having fun
party time

wood working

the bitter scent of the razor.
the scarp blade cuts through the crisp smelling cedar wood
the memory of camp etches into my mind
my hands start to tingle as the excitement bubbles up into my stomach
i love doing wood working



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