Sunday, November 8, 2009

The Beach

The waves rolling in and out,
Crashing at the shore,
Turning in to white foam.
The seagulls gliding in the sky.
The best part is the sunlight,
Flowing across me.

Garden

The sun light flows across the plants,
The dew shines like diamonds.
The beautiful, green sprouts grow bigger, and greener everyday.
Soon the music of birds fills the garden,
At last.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

The Library

The library is the peacefullest place.
The only sound is fingers tapping out letters on keyboards,
Pages turning,
And quiet whispers.
The library, is the best place to be.

Reading

My eyes fly across the page,
My heart starts to beat faster,
The moon is flowing light over my page,
I have to finish the book.

Writing

My thoughts flow across the page,
Like a river flows.
As my page fills the story gets better,
The sound of pencils on paper fills the room,
I live to write.

October

October leaves falling down,
October pumpkins all around.
The moon is shining in the night,
The moon is shining so, so bright.

Stars

Stars shining in the night,
Stars shining so, so bright.
The biggest star is the sun,
Running in the stars is so much fun.
Stars shining in the night,
Stars shining so, so bright.