Tuesday, January 28, 2014

My daughters' poems

Two of my daughters' poems they wanted to post...


Silently, softly, falling,
White and wet,
Clinging to stems and branches,
Landing on leaves of withered plants,
Great clouds of white,
Flying in the wind,
Whirling like dust,
Sticking to the rooftops,
A white blanket many miles long.

                                                          By Autumn

A clock

Is like a ball on the wall or
a glob of glue.

Maybe it's a sun or
a rabbit's tail!

Sounds like when you drop a pebble or
snap your fingers.

Smells like wood or glass.

Feels like ice or plastic.

                    by Samantha

1 comment:

Kim said...

Very nice. :) Rep up the good work, girls! (And Mom)