Writing Difficulties
by Mercy W
I try to write a poem,
Or maybe a haiku,
But when my sister comes home She wants in with the writing, too. She wants to write a classic,
And if I do a thing wrong, She acts like a real critic,
About changing this and that,
And speaks for very long
But I want to write it my way, So we have a never-ending chat That lasts all day.
She wants it done properly, But I want it unique.
She gets mad at me.
(It hardly lasts a week!)
She was trying to help, of course, And so I say, “Okay.”
But I still have no remorse In doing it my way.
The Leaf
by Ariana A
The weather is cold and wet.
I’m sitting in a treehouse,
In the middle of the woods,
With no idea of what to write.
I look out the small window
And I can see the leaves,
Red, brown and wet stuck to the ground.
I can hear some birds in the distance,
And the wind blowing at the trees.
Not all the leaves are on the ground.
I can hear some little birds in the distance
And the wind blowing at the trees.
Not all the leaves are on the ground, yet.
Some are still clinging to the branches.
A gust of wind blows.
I see a leaf shaking violently from a tree
And I try to imagine how it feels.
Holding the tree from only a little stem,
Knowing it can fall at any moment.
But still hanging on.
Does it ever get scared?
Or tired?
Or cold?
Another strong wind blows
And the leaf flutters gently to the ground.
The Girl
by Paisley S
There once was a girl
Who had hair like sunset
And cheeks like a cherry blossom
And lips like a rose.
She loved to play and model
And use every single pose.
Bravery
by Stella M
Watch as the other kids flash past you
As you stand in the middle alone and shy, brave but scared.
Watching the kids make snowmen and snow women
Hand in hand as they walk through the friendship tunnel and you are left behind there in the dust waiting for someone to take your hand.
But as you stand there time seems to move faster as you stand still Cold, cold, cold
Days and nights go by
Months soon pass then a year or two
You have lost count. You are losing time as everyone gets older you just stand still waiting to be noticed.
Then a hand touches you and says “I am like you” as you stand still hand in hand
Time slows down and you are right where you began as the hand leads you to go and play and you are now warm and happy inside.
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