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Animal Poem

The farmers field 

What I am

Poetry

The trees in the breeze

The World Is Not A Pleasant Place to Be

 
       
       

Where’s is your Homework

Where’s your homework

That is a question that some kids are asked

Some of them answer what homework

But not me

I would have come up with one that no one has heard

One night when I was walking home form school

I was attacked by a monkey

When he left I found a key

When I look at the key I found a letter

I grabbed a microscope to see it better

The letter was a big B

When I started to walk to the zoo I found a cow

When I went to pet the cow I heard a meow

I look around but I couldn’t see a cat

Instead I found a bat

I threw the bat has hard as I could

When it hit the ground I had spilt the wood

When I want to check on the bat

I found a mad cat

I went to pet it

Then I fell into a pit

Then the cat jump in

Than my book bag feel on a pen

When I went to check my homework

 And it just happened to rip the my homework

So that is what had happened

 

 

The lion on the prowl

 

Every now and again

You hear the sound of a lion

You my think he is yelling at a dandelion

A dandelion that is by it self

Which is guarded by an elf

The elf name is Fred

I swear I saw him under my bed

Stealing my left shoe

That is when I told him to shoo

Then I followed him to the dandelion

That is were I saw the lion

 

The farmers field 

A safe place from home

 Hardly no sound and none from the gnome

All you hear is the nature

So beautiful it can’t be put in a picture

A quite place to think

Until the harvest season

Then I go to the tall grass by the field

Were I can see the world build

Higher and higher

Then wider and wider

Then I go home 

 

What I am

 

I am form cookies baked in the early morning

Were the smell of cinnamon and sugar fell the air

Were you can dip warm fresh cookies in cold milk

I am from having a nook book that I had made

Were I wrote all of my dreams that I had

Were I had all of my hope had came to life

I am from the country side with no Nabors

Were I had to play with my brothers

Were we had fun just with us and no one else

I am from having one mentor that mentor was my dad

Were I use to do every thing he did from morning to night

   Were we had fun doing our little mirror game

I am from the monkeys saying my presents said

Were they said “you clime trees all the time u must be part monkey’

Were they said “you smell like a monkey so you must be one to”

Poetry

I like poetry just like I like summer time

It is a perfect time the throw a rime

I can also earn a dime

In the summer you are free

You can rune around boundless of rules

You don’t have to worry about nothing

There you are a bird in the sky

The only a thing you are afraid of is when the summer is it die

Then you get said

And every thing goes bad

Then happiness feels you once more

Trees in the breeze

The trees bend in the breeze

Just going with the flow

 They might even give you a bow

They might ever help you unwind

They might be able to tell you the time

 

The World Is Not A Pleasant Place to Be

 

The world is not a pleasant place

To be without

Someone to hold and be held by

 

The sun wouldn’t smile

If there weren’t

A world

To smile back

 

You could never wish

Upon a star if

No one put them up there

And made them glow

 

A flower would not grow

Without the laughter

Of the sun

 

A flower would die

If not watered by

Love.

 

A star would not shimmer

Without the moon

To make it glimmer.

 

A campfire would not be enjoyed

Without laughs

To accompany it.

 

Fields would not grow

Without rays

From the sun.

 

Space is a lonely place

Without

The human race

 

The grass could not be green

Without the caring tears from the sky

A bird could not survive

Without the trust of a tree

 

The sky could not be so high

If no one held it upon their shoulders

To guard their people

And make it real.

You would never be warm or see light

If the sun was not there

To keep it all bright

 

A moose would not squeal

If there were no hunters

To harm it.

 

A tree wouldn’t grow

If the soil

Wouldn’t accept it

 

Music would not be pleasant

If our hearts weren’t there

To grasp it

The world would not shine

If the sun wasn’t to smile

If the grass wasn’t so green

And the sea wasn’t so blue.

 

The world is

Not a pleasant place to be without

Someone