Laura's Four Poems

Spiders!

There creepy, hairy legs,

Crawling up your leg.

Hoping it is just a scratch!

You look down to your leg,

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Your scream startles it,

It's hanging by two legs.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

There goes another scream!

Then it falls, F

A

L

L

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to death.

Now you feel bad,

But your nightmare is gone,

Squished into the cold tile,

On your kitchen floor.

The Last Swing

The last swing, that I was going to take. The

last swing to win the game. The

weight I felt on my shoulders, to take a simple swing. The

strength building up inside of me. "Comma Robbie, strike this loser out!" The

ball was pitched, and I swung a mighty last swing,

Then the ball flew, out of the field, making me feel proud.

My Grandparent's House

When I walk into your empty house,

I don't feel what I used to feel.

The warmth and love of your laugh,

The protection and happiness of the games,

That we used to play.